I nod at Katniss as she walks into the tube. She stares at me and I stare at her, waiting for her to rise up into the arena. But the pedestal she's on doesn't move. She stares at me, thinking that I know what's going on. I don't.
Peacekeepers burst into the room and run over to me. They grab me and force me to the ground. They start beating me and I feel blood run down my cheek and onto the floor. I close my eyes, my thoughts only of Katniss. I know she will win the games; she's strong and kind. She'll get out alive.
The peacekeepers keep on beating me, and I feel everything start to fade. I look up at Katniss and try to smile at her, try to make her believe that everything will be okay, but she doesn't see me. A peacekeeper whacks me hard on the head, and the last thing I see is Katniss pounding on the glass and screaming my name.