I was curled on the couch next to my mother and Katniss. We were watching Katniss parade around in a collection of her personal designer Cinna's wedding dresses. She showcased dresses of completely different styles, some sexy, others girly and traditional. They were all judged by the entire population of Panem's capitol. Whichever was the favorite amongst the people, would be the dress she would wear down the aisle to marry Peeta. Although she acted madly in love with Peeta, I suspected she would much rather be without him.

After the last dress and Katniss did their modeling, the screen flashed to an ever so familiar poisonous snake-like face. President Snow smiled slyly as he addressed the population,"Good Evening Panem, as you know, this year will be the 75th hunger games, so that means a third Quarter Quell."

The Quarter Quell was the annual fight to death between children ages 12 to 18, but with an extra twist that made the odds even more against the tributes. It happened every 25 years. I shivered, it had only been last year I was chosen to fight, when Katniss had volunteered to save me and won. President Snow continued, "This year, the tributes will be reaped from all eligible direct family members of the victors."

I shrieked an earsplitting scream. That meant me. I started to count the other female family members of the victors. Well, Haymitch had a sister. So that meant a 50/50 chance of getting chosen. It was like last year all over again. I stuffed my face in the leather couch, and gave one last muffled scream,"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOO!"

Katniss and mother lifted me off the couch as I cried. It just wasn't fair. I hated the Capitol. I hated President Snow. They had tried to take my life. They tried to take my sister. They took my father. They tried to take my mother. Now they tried to kill me once more. I just let the tears flow in a sea of woe. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair.

Mother laid me down in my bed, and Katniss clambered in next to me. She stroked my hair and hummed a tune. She kissed my head continually. It was no use; I continued to cry until I fell into a deep tiresome sleep.

A snake-like man smiled and took a sip of the wine glass. As he put the glass down, I saw the blood-stain on his puffed out lips. He smile a sharp smile, and stalked over to me. I tried to run from the president, but my body wouldn't move. Snow picked me up, and I noticed the room was covered in mirrors from the floor to the ceiling. I saw myself staring back at me from one thousand different angles as a wooden puppet.

Snow picked up my marionette family, and we began to feel our move as Snow pulled the strings. I felt my hand pick-up a dagger and I started to puncture Katniss. I then started to kill my family. When they were in splinters, I gave my heart a stab. I fell down, and heard Snow laugh and snicker, letting the blood drip from his lips on my bleeding heart.

I sat up sweating in bed. I panted and touched my heart, which was not bleeding to death. Then I heard weeping from the other side of the bed. "Katniss?"

"Yes?" her voice was hoarse from crying. Yet, she never cried. She was so...strong.

"You think I'm going to die, don't you?" the tears filled my eyes.

"I don't know," she whispered.

"Yes! I will!"

"I promise you the capitol will never hurt you." she pinned her mockingjay pin on my dress as we cried.