I grunt as I feel myself being shaken. "Cinna come on." Willow whispers. I blink and rub the sleep from my eyes. "Hey Willow." I start to get up. She smiles down at me and extends a hand. I grab it and grin back. "Willow, do you have any siblings?" I ask this girl. "Yeah, a brother your . (Pine- len) He's real shy, but has to stay home with mom. He can't walk. He was born without legs. Maysilee is my sister, she was in the 50th Quarter Quell with Haymitch." She responds, before asking, "What about you?" I quickly tell her about my brothers and sisters, and of course niece.

I hope that Willow wins. I know that there is no chance of me winning, but this girl could. She has the strength to come back. I want to come home, but I just don't think that I could kill. Without her brother will be taken away, her mother won't make it. I admire her and really want her to win.

She walks me to my cabin and I close my door, lost in my own thoughts. I grab my pajamas off of the bed and go into the bathroom. I've never seen anything so strange my entire life. The tiles, only found in the mayor's house, gleamed and a large mirror hung over the sink. Back home, mirrors are a luxury. Most people,if they even have one, only have a small (probably cracked) hand mirror. There is an enclosed area that sprayed water of whatever temperature water one could desire. There are scents and bubbles all around. I dry myself off with the fluffiest towel that I have ever seen. I slip on the silky pajamas, and use the towel to rub off the mist covered mirror. The soft aroma of bubbles, fill my senses as I look at myself.

I am small. My arms, muscleless. I look scrawny and starved.I am most definitely not victor material. The careers will crush me. Badly. I feel a tremor run up my spine, leaving behind a tingling sensation. I know that Ryder will keep my family afloat, but he's only one person. I realize, that the best thing for me to do is to give Willow her best chance. If she wins then my family will still reap the benefits of having a victor, even they don't get to live in Victor's Village, at least it's a start.

I leave the bathroom, but I am forced to sit on the floor as a wave of dizziness overwhelms me. The world spins about me, only to come to a rapid hault. I get up, swaying slightly, deciding that perhaps I do need to eat. I pick a light soup and eat slowly. My eyes droop and I finally let myself sink into the soft and fluffy bed.

I open my eyes to the noise of a thousand and one clanging symbols. Ok, not literally, but sometimes that Capitol accent sounds like it, "Up, up, up! Time to get up. Big day! Big day!" I cringe at the enthusiasm. I fall back on my bed and allow the train to lull me into near-sleep. "Cinna dearest. I said to get up. We must follow a schedule, she bursts through the door. I mutter in a disgruntled fashion,before getting up. A bout of nausea quickly pulls me to the bathroom.

I brush off the sudden illness and make my way to the dining car. Haymitch gives us some, whole big speech, but I'm too busy not being sick to hear him. "Cinna. Cinna. Did you hear anything I just said. Cinna are you alright?" He pulls me to reality only to have dizziness thrust upon me. I lean back in my chair as my vision tunnels. I can feel myself shaking my head no in a subconscious response.

I come back to my senses quickly, having never fully lost consciousness. "Cinna I think you should go rest, you're burning up." Willow says. I nod and get up slowly. I lean heavily against the wall with Willow supporting me. She gets me back to my room, helping me into bed. She offers to help me change back to my pajamas, but I just want to sleep. I drift off still able to hear her softly singing a song and rubbing my hand. I don't recognize the song, but it's beautiful. I bet she sings it at home all the time.

Deep in the meadow, under the willow

A bed of grass, a soft green pillow

Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes

And when again they open, the sun will rise

Here it's safe, here it's warm

Here the daisies guard you from every harm

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true

Here is the place where I love you

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away

A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray

Forget your woes and let your troubles lay

And when again it's morning, they'll wash away

Here it's safe, here it's warm

Here the daisies guard you from every harm

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true

Here is the place where I love you

Here is a place where I love you

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away

A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray

Forget your woes and let your troubles lay

And when again it's morning, they'll wash away

Here it's safe, here it's warm

Here the daisies guard you from every harm

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true

Here is the place where I love you

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