Hey! This is my first fanfic, I will definitely make the chapters longer but this was just the intro. Thanks and Review!

One of these days, I will get Snow back for what he has made me do. One of these days I will be the one to laugh, to smile as he is tortured. The smell of blood and roses surround me, until I collapse from the scent. My tears were burned away when the fire scorched me, I cannot even cry. It was so hot, so scolding, the screeching flames licking my arms, my legs. Oh, how he will pay, I relish at the thought. He made me kill; kill innocent people, who had never once wronged me. But now, their families see that I have wronged them.

Peeta, he still has Peeta. Maybe I will never see the boy with the bread. The happy thoughts of him consume me; the smell of bread fills me. How I long for his arms to embrace me. Not Gale's arms, Peeta's, Gale will never make me happy. He would never make me as happy as Peeta did. So when I think of Peeta, I end up thinking of trains. The train that took us to the first Hunger Games, the one that took us on the Victory Tour, the Quarter Quell…

The thoughts of the Quarter Quell put me into a fiery rage. One that leaves me raging in my hospital bed here in District Thirteen. I scream, thrash, and cry… Cry? I have not cried since I lost Peeta. I no longer thought it was possible for me to cry, I thought the fire had burned it out of me. This thought makes me uncomfortable. I begin checking my arms, legs, hands, and feet…nothing. Nothing at all, why am I not burned? I am so confused now; I start shrieking for a doctor.

"Miss, miss," the nurse says, "please, miss." What is she doing? Isn't she supposed to be helping me?

"Help me!" I scream, "Where are my burns?" The nurse stares at me blankly, not knowing what to say. What is she stupid? Anyone could tell if I had been burned, why is she being difficult?

"Miss," she starts, "You do not have any burns." When she finished saying this, I lay confused, wondering how on Earth I could not be wounded from those flames, I remember feeling them, scorch me alive. "What?" I whisper. She places her feathery hand on my shoulder, the ultimate comfort gesture, surprisingly I do not flinch.

"It must have been a nightmare," she said gently. What is this about a nightmare? I did not dream that, I know it was real, I know it happened. "No," I say flatly, "I know I did not dream that." Her face seems to wrinkle, as if scrutinizing something, thinking most likely. "You must have," she says, "When you came here you were just in a coma, nothing else." What on Earth? I must be crazy. Then I wonder, how long have I been in a coma? When did I wake up? Most importantly, "What is the date?" I ask her. She looks to her watch that looks like a black hair band, and a hologram appears. The digital, red numbers show up, and she says, "October 20th." Wow, I think, I have been here for almost three months.

"When did I get here? When did I wake up? What happened to…" I ramble on, and the nurse seems scared at whether to answer the questions or not. "Miss, here is what I know," she began, "You woke up two days ago. You have been sleeping off and on for most of that time. You got here at the end of July, and had internal trauma. Dr. Jinley has had to keep you on a pain relief drip the entire time," she paused, "and you are scheduled for therapy sessions with Dr. Francis starting next week." My mouth was now wide in astonishment, trying to take in everything the nurse had just said. Still, she had said nothing at all about Peeta, and then I had a thought.

"Where is Haymitch?" I asked. The nurse looked down for a moment; I took this as an opportunity to study her. It was then that I learned her name, Nurse Lydelle; she had a pointy nose, with spirited brown eyes, and spiky blonde hair. Right then she looked up at me, "He has been waiting to speak to you," she says. This surprises me, since I had thought he hated me. "Why?" was my next question. "There is something you must know," she begins, "but he must be the one to tell you."

"Can I see him?" I murmur, teary eyed. What is it with all the tears? She must think I am pathetic and weak right now. "I will send him down," she says, "he will be excited to speak with you." With these words, she stands up and walks out of the clinic. I wait in silence wondering, how Haymitch is now. Does he still have my claw marks imbedded on his face? Will he yell at me? What is it he needs to speak to me about? Peeta? Oh no, what if that is what he needs to talk to me about? My thoughts are interrupted when a team of white coats come into my room. They seem to be protecting something, but what? This question is quickly answered, "Stand down," a familiar voice says gruffly. Upon hearing this, the white coats disband and leave the room. Who I see standing before me, is the face of a man I have longed to bludgeon, but given the chance nothing occurs. "Haymitch," I gasp out. He grins slightly, hands in his pockets, "Hello, sweetheart."

I smile faintly, at the familiar words, "Hello," I say back. "So you know that I have something to tell you," he says seriously. I nod, waiting for the worst. "Peeta has been captured by the capitol," he says. Why is he telling me this? I already knew that part. So I nod again, waiting. "We do not know if we can get him out, Coin won't allow it," he says the last part through gritted teeth. At first I am angry, but then curious, "Who is Coin?" I ask. He sits for a minute, "the president of thirteen." I thought that thirteen was on the rebel side, so why wouldn't the president want to get the imprisoned tributes out? Haymitch must have sensed my confusion, because he said, "Coin does not want to risk the lives of her army." Surprise, surprise, there is always a selfish leader, I think to myself. First President Snow, now the president of thirteen.

"Coin wants to wait until, we can capture Snow as well," Haymitch says. Finally someone is thinking straight, now Snow can die, slowly, painfully, I almost giggle at the thought. "Now don't get too excited, sweetheart, we have not even decided when we are doing the mission," Haymitch laughs. But, it does not matter to me.

As long as Snow suffers and dies, by the Girl on Fire.