Emily's POV

It's almost time. I don't even know how this has started, everything has happened so quickly. We were just taken, away from our homes, from our families, from our lives. I'm grateful I still have my friends, for now at least. I don't know why this has happened, but I have a good idea as why we were the ones to be 'randomly' picked; A.

The thoughts were spinning around in my head, it won't stop. My whole world is falling apart around me; breaking into a million pieces.

And this new world is forming, taking its place.

A world I'm lost in, one in which I don't want to live in, a world of bitterness and hatred. I keep on thinking what my life would be like if I had never met Ali. There would be no A, no redcoat, no Hunger Games. My world would be normal, I could go to college. Maya and I could have a family, start a business together. We could have our own home, decorated and designed by Toby, I would have it so there would be three guest rooms so the girls could all come and stay at the same time. I could have my dream wedding, my dad walking me down the aisle, a cake; homemade my mum. It would have three tiers, white icing- but rich Belgium chocolate inside, decorated with sugar-paper roses; pink, red and apricot. The dress, also white, would be designed by Hanna- of course. Maya would be standing at the altar, after walking down the aisle herself; I just imagine her being first, leading the way. Her deep brown eyes would be enough to light up the world; the perfect world..

"Em! I have been looking for you everywhere"

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up to see Hanna standing over me, warm fat tears started cascading down my face. I closed my eyes in attempt to make them stop.

"Em?"

My head leaned against my new room's cold, sunless walls. I forced my eyes open and looked back to Hanna, who was now also sobbing. She pulled my up from the dusty floor in to a warm, comforting hug. Trying to make the pain fade away, we embraced each other tighter.

We must have been hugging and crying into each other for over ten minutes and it hurt even more when she finally released me. We sat down on the small bed and talked for over an hour, I told her all about my dreams of Maya and I, whilst she spoke about her own, with Caleb. We could have easily sat there taking all day, I expected telling someone else about my dreams for the future, would have made it harder having to let them go. Somehow I now, I think it's easier and I think it helped Hanna as well. If that is even possible, Hanna is even more of a mess than me.

Hanna's POV

I was sitting cross-legged on the bed opposite Emily, who had stopped crying, whist my salty tears continued to fall down my cheeks. I carried on telling her about my dreams for the future, how my life could have turned out to be; if all of this had never happened.

Don't get me wrong, I don't blame Ali, she saved me from a dark place. She relit my life; she flicked the switch and turned the lights back on. When she when missing those lights shined brighter than they ever had before, but now those lights have faded. It's dark again.

"It will be the most perfect day of my life" a lump started to form in my throat "m-my dress will be white, of course, with a strapless sweetheart-neckline, a-a corset top that laces up at the back, and the skirt would be made of tiers and tiers and tiers of lace." Each word pitched higher than the last "It would have a sm-small train, so there would be a little pool of lace around my feet and…"

I felt strong arms snake around waist from behind, and warm soft kisses starting to be placed on my neck.

"And I will be there, waiting for you at the altar, I will tell you that you are beautiful as you place your hands in mine.." his soft voice flowed through me giving me shivers, the tears still falling.

"Caleb" I whispered, still sitting on the bed I turned around smiling ridiculously and my eyes met his. He kissed me gently as if I was about to break and crumble beneath him, I deepened the kiss and he responded with the same passion.

*cough, cough*

We quickly broke away and turned towards an uncomfortable Emily.

"As adorable as that was, would appreciate it if you didn't in front of me" she said raising her eyebrows, but laughing at the same time.

Aria's POV

-Flashback-

"24 tributes will be chosen to compete in the first ever annual Hunger Games, 12 male and 12 female between the ages of 15 to 25 will selected to fight to the death until one lone victor remains." We all stood there silently in Rosewoods town square, I squeezed Ezra's hand.

"The Tributes will be, ladies first.. CeCe Drake, Mona Vanderwaal, Melissa Hastings, Jenna Marshall, Shana Gilbert, Paige McCullers, Maya , Kate Randall, Hanna Marin, Emily Fields, Spencer Hastings and Aria Montgomery."

Everyone remained in silence in the last name was announced, my name. That was when the crying and screaming started. The first shrieks echoed through the eerie silence, filled with desperation and hopelessness.

"If the girls could make their way to the front please"

The screams stopped, it was back to silence. Tears quietly streamed down my face, Ezra gently brushed them away with the pad of his thumb and whispered comforting words in to my ear. He hugged me tighter as I continued to shake uncontrollably.

"You have to go" He whispered softly, he kissed my forehead, his lips lingering there for a few seconds.

"I-I love you" the words sticking to my throat, he kissed my lips tenderly one last time.

"I love you too, so much"

I walked through the sea of people, right to the front, my hands linked with Hanna, Spencer and Emily. None of us said a word; I could feel the thousands of eyes staring at us as I looked down at my feet.

"Now for the boys.. Noel Khan, Jason DiLaurentis, Lucas Gottesman, Wren Kingston, Mike Montgomery, Jake Donovan , Sean Ackard, Holden Strauss, Caleb Rivers, Toby Cavanaugh, and Ezra Fitz"

Ezra.

"Aria?"

"Sorry, I-I, it's just..I" I fell into Ezra's open arms and cried softly into the crook of his neck. "One, one more day"' I stuttered as I cried more, making his shirt damp and crinkled.

I have lost all of it. All the hope I once had, nothing is ever going to be the same again, Ever. I'm falling deeper and deeper in to my own pit of despair, hurt and worry. I wake up every night screaming, shaking, alone. All I need is for Ezra to wrap his arms around me, calm me down. It's the only thing that keeps me sane, not that I am at the least. I only get to see him in the day, so he isn't there when I need him the most. After waking up from nightmares that could soon be reality; dreams of him being ripped to pieces in front of my very own eyes. It's so real, I can smell the dry blood, the rotting flesh. I hear him screaming for me, as I frantically try to help him. Sometimes I don't. I just stand there watching; paralyzed.

Sometimes it's not Ezra, I find Jason instead. Which seems to hurt just as much, maybe more? To see Jason dying, calling for me, his screams echoing through my hollow mind.

Yep, I'm definitely not sane.

I'm dying and I haven't even entered the arena yet.

Spencer's POV

"TOBY!"

I woke up, breathing so heavily, panting uncontrollably. The sweat was dripping down my face, I hugged the bed sheets for comfort, it didn't work; they were too rough.

I hate this.

I climbed out of the bed, I had to find toby. My hair was sticking too my face, beads of sweat were still soaking my scarlet cheeks or were they tears? I didn't make it to the door, I collapsed on to the cold stone floor, I was just a pile of bones; literally. I Hadn't eaten properly in weeks, not since I found out. My face is sunken in, dark shadows are constantly under my eyes. I rested my head against the large rusted door, as I closed my eyes casting my mind back to the reaping.

-Flashback-

We were lead away, all of us, they boys in opposite direction. I looked over for toby, my eyes instantly meeting his, damn those eyes. Those eyes which were starting to well up, 'I love you' he mouthed a single tear fell down his cheek . My lips went to form the words, but I couldn't. I was still trembling; my throat was raw and dry and I hadn't even started to cry yet.

Yet? Spencer Hasting never cries.

We were taken to a large room, all of the girls, and the door was locked. One by one, we would be brought face to face with our families; maybe for the last time. Mona, who was still crying hysterically, was first.

"Spencer, hey" Emily said weakly as she walked over with a broken Hanna and a shell-shocked Aria.

I brought them all in to a huge hug, holding them tighter and tighter as we trembled more. We were holding on to each other for what seemed like an eternity; none us wanting to be the first to break away.

*beep, beep* *beep, beep* *beep, beep* *Beep, beep*

I froze, the shaking stopped. I didn't draw a breath; none of us did. We all frantically retrieved our phones from our pockets, looking in to each other's eyes.

May the odds be ever in your favor bitches. -A

-Author's notes-

Ok, so I have wanted to post this ages but I never actually had the confidence to. It's my first fanfic so be nice:)) oh and, review pretty please and I will love your forever& update quicker!

-Kiaraxo