You Never Realize You Need Them, Until They're Gone

A/N: So I was playing my flute and I stopped and I came up with the idea to write this…So read it and let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: I very sadly don't own the Hunger Games

The train pulled up in front of the Capitol. It was the most elaborate building I had ever seen; it was huge, and had tiny details everywhere, but at the same time the building sucked. It represented the unfairness of power in the wrong hands, and how grown men and women, in some strange, disgusting way got a thrill out of watching poor, innocent kids fighting for their lives, for something our ancestors did many years ago.

"Come on Cheyenne," Mark said as he grabbed my hand and gave it a tug.

"I'm coming," I said quietly.

We walked right up to the Capitol building itself and went through the big white doors.

We were lead up to our rooms.

Since I lived in District 1, I was supposed to adore the Capitol, enjoy other kids suffering at the hand of the Capitol, be strong and want to be reaped. It was some image that our parents had tried to grind into our heads and try to form us to be people that we weren't. I played along with it, because I didn't want to stick out…even though our district was the wealthiest, our Peacemakers were the strictest. All though we weren't supposed to figure much out about other districts, we still did. I mean sometimes, very rarely, the richer districts team up with the poorer ones during the game and they tell about their district. Our district has more victors than most, and they tell everyone about the other districts.

We reached the first set of doors and Mark and I were told that it would be our room for the next coming weeks.

There were two beds, a grand bathroom, a mini fridge, and lacy pictures everywhere.

"Yuck!" Mark and I said at the same time.

"The Capitol sure doesn't have a good sense of fashion," I said lightly.

"I'm with you there," Mark said.

"I need a shower," I said and headed off toward the bathroom.

As I walked over, I could feel Marks eyes staring at me as I walked through the door and closed it. I turned on the tap of the bathtub and waited for it to fill with warm soapy water. When it was full, I stripped off my sweaty cloths and slipped into the warm silky water. I lay there not moving, just soaking in the warm goodness, until eventually it got uncomfortably warm and got out. I found a towel and wrapped it around myself and walked out, hoping to find something else to wear besides my sweaty cloths that I had been wearing for two days. When I walked out, Mark was laying on one of the beds. He looked at me as soon as I got out of the bathroom.

"What? Have you never seen a girl in a towel before?" I asked teasingly.

"No." He replied simply.

"Oh" I said as I walked over to the dresser hoping to find some cloths, and quickly.

"You should go shower," I told him "You don't know how good it makes you feel afterward," I said encouragingly, hoping to find someway that I wouldn't have to change in front of him.

"Okay," He said and sauntered off.

When the door had closed with a click, I breathed a sigh of relief.

I finally found something that sort of fit. It was a simple pale purple shirt, and skirt. There was something about it that made it seem better than it really was, but I couldn't figure it out.

Once I was dressed, I went and opened the fridge; I hadn't realized how hungry I was. In it was simple stuff, fruits, deli meats, cookies, and down below in the freezer was ice cream.

I grabbed an apple and went to lie on the bed that Mark hadn't laid on yet. I devoured the apple and quickly became tired. I don't remember laying down, but I soon found myself in a deep, dreamless sleep.