*Okay so I wouldn't expect me to post this fast all of the time, but I wanted to keep going. I hope you like it. By the way, I would like to say thank you to my first two reviewers. I'm glad that you like the idea.*
Bright light penetrated the darkness and Katniss was forced to open her eyes. She expected to find another tribute poised to strike, but instead there was a man with dark skin and intense brown eyes. He smiled when he noticed that her eyes were now open, "Hello Katniss, I'm Cinna. What do you say we get you cleaned up?" She simply nodded her head. Maybe he was her stylist? Hadn't she been in the games already? Was it just a dream?
She decided that he was her stylist, here to help prepare her for the games. She must have been dreaming before. That was the only possible way to explain what was happening. Something tugged at the back of her mind though. Something was missing and she couldn't figure out what it was.
Haymitch sat in his office trying to set up a schedule that would allow him to see all of the kids currently under his care. He was the only one at Panem who had the knowledge and experience to deal with these kids. Nobody else wanted to take on the challenge. He had been approached many times with drugs that he could prescribe that would keep them manageable, but they wouldn't help.
He wanted to find a way to cure these kids. Get them away from drugs and sent back to their families. Unfortunately, some of them didn't have families to go back to. Most of their parents had given up when they admitted them in here. Getting 'Hi-Jacked' as people called it, wasn't something that had been cured yet. Some children experienced delusions and after a while they were fine. Others were killed by the dangerous drug, but for some reason the kids in his care were unable to free themselves of their delusions.
Patients such as Johanna, Glimmer, and Marvel were a complete mystery. They had been dropped off by the local police department. They had each been found on the streets, though none of them were found in the same town. Glimmer was found in a dumpster, beaten up and raped. It looked as though she had been forced to take 'Tracker Jacker'. The local law enforcement had issued reports and tried to find their parents, but no one had come forth to claim them.
Even his newest patient, Katniss, was unceremoniously dropped off by her parents. The father seemed almost relieved to be rid of the girl and the mother didn't seem to care either way. He found it hard to believe that these people didn't care about their children. If his child were going through something as traumatic as these kids, he would do everything he could to help them. Unfortunately, he and his wife were unable to have kids.
After sorting through his files once more, he decided to give group therapy another try. It was a dangerous concept, considering what happened last time, but he didn't have enough time to do personal sessions with all of the kids anymore. If he could get them to sit down for at least one group session a week, then it would be easier to split his time up among them for one on one sessions.
Katniss was escorted through a set of double doors and into what looked like a lounge area. There were several people in this room and many of them looked too old to be fellow tributes, but there were a few that looked to be about her age. If she was right, and these kids were some of the other tributes, then she had her work cut out for her.
They were all much larger than her, with the smallest girl having about twenty pounds on her. There were two very large boys who appeared to be nothing but muscle. One was blond, with cold eyes, and the other had much darker skin than Cinna with arms that were bigger than Katniss's thigh. There was a blond girl that looked to be a few inches taller than Katniss and had what looked like a nervous tick. Katniss noticed another girl, one who appeared to be Prim's age hiding behind the dark skinned boy. She was starring at Katniss and immediately hid when she had been caught. She wondered if the girl might be related to the intimidating behemoth. They were all shadowed by large men who were dressed in the same clothes as Cinna. Maybe they were their stylists.
Cinna disrupted her thoughts and led her around to a counter that was lined with plates of food. She took one and was making her way to a table when her eyes connected with a set up deep blue ones. She had seen a pair of eyes that color before, but she couldn't place where.
Peeta was trying to force himself to eat when he saw her. Flowing brown hair, gray eyes, and a scowl that remained fixed on her face. He recognized this girl. Was she another tribute? If so, he wasn't sure if he would be able to kill her. He knew that he was never meant to win the Hunger Games, but maybe she could. When her gray eyes locked with his, it was like he forgot how to breathe. He definitely remembered those eyes, but from where?