Katniss. She's running. She's in the deep forest, and is trying to find water. She looks better than she did back in District 12. The Capitol fed her well, apparently.

Her hair is swinging down her back in a braid, so similar to the Katniss I know. But this girl is different from the one who I used to hunt with, in the familiar woods back in 12. This girl is haunted and hollow.

I can't stand to watch it anymore. I turn off my TV that was showing the 74th Hunger Games. I've watched this tape for endless hours, torturing myself over who I've lost. The Hunger Games are over, but I've lost the only game I've ever played. Peeta won, and the prize is Katniss.

Move on. I have to move on.

I get up, off of my plush couch that once belonged to someone in the Capitol. It's so gaudy, I almost can't stand it. But it came with the house, so I really can't complain. After all this is more than I've ever had. Even more than when I lived in District 13. I almost feel guilty for all the luxuries I have now, but since the Capitol and President Snow are gone, everyone has been living better, and there is finally food to go around. Hunger and starvation no longer plague Panem.

I walk over to my bedroom and grab my hunting jacket. I'm not planning on hunting though. I just want to escape. In my backyard, I have a door in the fence that encloses our District. The door leads to the forest, where I go everyday. I leave my house and pull my jacket to my face tightly. The cold wind pierces my bare face. I enter the forest anyway.

I have no weapons with me and no food. What would I need it for anyways? I'm only going to be gone for a few hours at most.

The forest in District 2 is still unfamiliar to me. I've gone here everyday, but it never seems to stay in my memory. Everyday I enter this foreign world. And it becomes my sanctuary.

Although it is no longer illegal to leave the fences that surround the districts, no one actually leaves. Something about safety. I don't really know. But that makes it all mine. My personal Hunger Games arena.

I stumble along the leafy ground, until I find a tee large enough for me to sleep on. I climb up its trunk and find thick branches that I position myself over. The sun is still beating down on me, even under the shade of the tees. It will be impossible for me to sleep like this.

Desperate, I feel through all my pockets, until I find what I'm looking for. My new best friend. Morphling.

I take the syringe I'm carrying and inject it in my arm. A moan of satisfaction leaves my lips. Blissful and drug induced sleep awaits me. Before I close my eyes, I think I see someone else watching me. Hallucinations.

I close my eyes and enter a dream. The first thing I see is a set of dark grey eyes. They're staring at me intently.

"Catnip," I say, smiling.

She steps forward, out of a shadow. She looks stunning. She's wearing a long, flowing white gown.

"Gale, you have to leave," she says.

I scoff at her, "Why? The party just started."

Instead of answering, she turns around, whipping her braid around. She runs away.

"Wait!" I yell, following her. She leads me to a forest. It takes me a moment to realize it, but I know this place. It's our forest, where we used to hunt.

She runs to the lake, and jumps in it, swimming away from me.

"Catnip!" I call after her.

She leaves the lake and climbs up a tree. I climb up one near me, in an attempt to jump to her.

She stops trying to flee, and instead lifts a bow. An arrow shoots me and I fall off my tree.

My eyes fly open. I've fallen of my tree in reality as well. My morphling needle is still in my hands. I can tell the drug is still in my system, but I up anyways. I look around and see it's now dark. How long was I out? I still see glimpses of Katniss all around me. Great. Even on drugs, I can't escape her.

Disorientated, I get up and try to find my way home.

"Katniss! Leave me alone!" I scream as I balance against a tree. She's everywhere I look. She's giggling, then I turn and she's got another arrow headed my way.

After managing to get a clearing in the trees, I fall over, helpless. Katniss is leaning over me, laughing at how useless I am now.

I look away, and see a new person staring at me. It's a girl, slightly younger than Katniss, with pale green eyes, and long flowing waves of blonde hair. She runs over to me.

"Let me help you," she says, unaware of the arrow aimed at her head. I shove her to the side before Katniss kills her.

"You're not real," I slur at her, "You're not real."

I close my eyes and fall into darkness.