Gloss, the tall man with the big muscles who managed to win The Hunger Games at the age of 16, by brutally forcing the people I wanted to be my allies and then backstabbing them. The public and media in District 1 and the rest of Panem only thinks of the first part, though. Tee part of me winning. They treat me like some hero sent from the gods, as if I could cure all the worlds diseases, and so on. Why? I killed 6 people by myself, and I could easily do the same to someone else, even if I'm not in the games any more. How can people even want to come near me?

I won the games last year, and my sister Cashmere won this year, so President Snow made us go together on her Victory Tour, even if I wasn't her mentor. He's a bitter, old little piece of shit, but what can you do? He fucking runs Panem. We just left the big Capitol party, and we're on our way back to District 1, for the final part of the tour. I've been sitting in my room for almost three hours, just looking at the old-fashioned interior and thinking about my parents. My mom died three years ago, from cancer. My dad is a famous jeweller. Mom refused to see a doctor and get a cure, because she didn't believe in the system we have. My dad was so frustrated and angry about it. He believed - and still does - in the system. The few times he talks about her now, he calls her weak and says she's a traitor. But I've seen him hold moms picture to his chest and cry, many times.

My dad works as a jeweller. That's what I wanted to be, until one day, when a 'talent scout' showed up at our door and said to my dad: "Your kids would make good tributes. I want them in my training centre". Mom was devastated, but dad didn't even object. He loves the games, and always thought - or 'knew' as he says - that if any of his kids was in it, we'd win.

Suddenly, the door to my cart opens, and I turn my head to see what's going on. It's just Cashmere. "Hey bro." she says, and sits down. "What's up?"

"Nothing much. Thinking." I say and look at her.

"You? Thinking? No. You gotta be kidding me!" she says sarcastically and starts laughing.

"Oh, haha. Yeah, so funny."

She keeps laughing until she hits my arm and says "What were you thinking about?"

"Mom and dad. And before that, I was thinking about her."

I look down as I say 'her'.

"Come on, Gloss. You wanna get over Daria, right?"

I keep staring down at the floor. "No. But I gotta... We're dangerous people now, sis."

"I don't think we are...? Snow likes us. We're not a threat to him, and he knows we won't ever be. She'll be safe. I don't get why you broke up with her. You broke her heart too. Ugh... I just don't get why you're being so stupid."

I look up at her again. "Because I keep having these... dreams. Nightmares. I wake up and scream, in the middle of the night."

Cashmere doesn't say anything, so I start talking again.

"Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night, screaming. I'm not a broken soul, but some things still scares me. Things from the arena. I'm not afraid of her getting hurt by Snow, I know he likes us, but I'm scared she'll be afraid of me. That she'll leave me, because she thinks I'm a monster."

Cashmere stands up. "Oh, Gloss... I feel sorry for men like you, who doesn't even understand themselves." she says and sighs, before she walks out the door again.

Cashmere and Daria - my ex, if you didn't already get that - are best friends.

I still remember Daria – all too – well. She's short and skinny, with long, light brown hair and grey eyes. She always looked so fragile, like you had to be careful about everything you did and said around her. One night, when Cashmere got called into the training centre late at night, Daria was supposed to come over. She was scared of me... really scared. Cashmere has muscles, yes, but me, I look like a gigant. And it looks even worse compared to Daria, who doesn't seem to have a single muscle what so ever.

So, the doorbell rang, I opened and she looked down to the ground at once, and asked me if Cashmere was inside. I told her she got called to the centre and would be back later.

Daria turned around and started walking back home, but my dad stuck his head out of the door and asked her if she didn't wanna stay here and wait for Cashmere inside. She was too polite to say no. We sat in the living room, first all three, then my dad left so it was just me and her. It took me a while to realize that I was staring at her. I kept thinking to myself "What would happen if I suddenly screamed or jumped at her. Would she do anything, or just start crying?" I was in a... training mode, I guess you could say. But suddenly, she looked up at me and - I don't think she meant to do it but - we made eye contact. She has the prettiest eyes I've ever seen...

It took a few days before I realized that I couldn't stop thinking about her. I woke up thinking about her, and fell asleep thinking about her. A few days later, Cashmere got called in late again, and Daria came over, thinking Cashmere was home.

Everything is mostly a blur – pretty sure it's because I was staring at her – until we kissed.

Suddenly the door opens again, and an avox servant enters, breaking the memory playing in my head off. She puts some towels down and exits, leaving me to my lonely self again.