I saw Peeta. I tried to walk towards him, but I couldn't move. I tried calling to him, but I received no response. I realised that this was another wall, like in our second games. Almost like a force field, but one that didn't electrocute those who ran into it. Then the wall disappeared. I could walk towards Peeta. As I got closer, I realised that he wasn't moving. I tried shaking him, but he still wouldn't budge. Then, something caught my attention. I turned, and I saw a red button. Realising that all my attempts to try and make Peeta move had failed, I decided to press it. As if in slow motion, my fingers touched the button, and a silver parachute fell from the sky. Peeta bent down and picked it up. I felt strange, but I didn't know why. This was a good thing; Peeta had moved, and silver parachutes had always brought something helpful... except for one time. I tried to move, to hit the parachute out of his hand, but I couldn't move. It was too late. I closed my eyes, but could still feel the heat of the flames, could still hear the sounds of the explosions.
Notes: Sorry for the short chapter, I just wanted it to be a brief prologue of the story. And sorry for discontinuing "Write me Letters". It wouldn't let me add a new chapter, but I will leave it there for any of you to read.
SPOILER: The game was Scrabble (I don't own Scrabble)