Betrayal.

That's all I felt as I walked up onto the stage. I turned to look at the crowd, expressions of relief and pity stared back at me. I searched the through the faces of district twelve, you promised, I wanted to scream. I wanted to hear her voice as she volunteered to take my place but all I heard was Effie congratulate me.

"Now, time for the boys." I listened as she unfolded the piece of paper and turned to the assembled district.

"Forrest Miller," Everyone turned to look at the tall scrawny boy. His shaggy black hair framed his face perfectly making it impossible to see any emotion that might be displayed.

I watched as a path was made once more, the peacekeepers half pushing the boy toward the stage.

"Do we have any volunteers?" As usual, the question was answered with silence. Finally, after what seemed like ages, the mayor began to read the treaty of treason as he does every year.

I looked around, no one has won in district twelve so we won't have a mentor, and Effie, the capitols 'fetcher' doesn't seem like a nice replacement to me. I scanned the crowed over and over trying to find my sister. But of course I couldn't find her, she always seemed to disappear when I most needed her.

I turned toward Forrest hopelessly as the mayor finished reading and motioned us to shake hands. Squeezing my hand reassuringly he looked at me, his eyes were cold but oddly comforting.

"May the odds be ever in your favor," Effie chirped excitingly in the capitols accent, as the anthem begun. After the anthem ended peacekeepers ushered us into the Justice Building, once inside they led us to separate rooms.

As soon as they shut the door behind me I ran back over and tried the nob, locked. I guess others had the same idea. I sighed and and sunk down to my knees, the door behind me. After about five minuets it opened, the cold air rushed in and sent shivers down my spine.

"Willow?" I heard the regret in her voice.