I don't know why, there was pain and then I was young again. I was 10 years old and I think I was just starting at the academy. My hair is in bunches, tied up with the most expensive ribbons my father could find, he was always trying to use me to show off to the rest of the district. I wish that he wouldn't, I hate it so much.
It might sounds stupid but I remember clearly that Marvel was there that day as well, he started training two years before me and I think he just wanted to pretend he was better than me for a day.
I regret the things I said to him now. He has been a good friend for years and at times I think he might even have loved me. By I spent all my time just chasing Cato to make myself feel better.
I can feel the spirits coming for me, their hands clawing at me, trying to pull me into the shadows. I can't let them! Not until I find the others and apologize, show them that I wasn't a just a stupid, self-centred blonde that was spiteful to everyone.
I am sorry Mum, Dad, and Clove.
I'm so sorry Marvel.
I'm sorry.