In The Eyes Of… {Chapter Two; Goodbyes}
Somehow I start moving toward the stage and walk up the stairs, in a sorta of robotic movements. I take a deep breathe. Effie looks at me and asked if I was the person she called. I give a small nod, fold my hands behind my back, and look down at the ground. She tells everyone to give a hand for our female tribute. Everyone claps, but barely. I breathe in a shaky breathe and look up to see Effie picking someone from the boys' reaping ball. "Daze Sutherland." I see a boy about 17 come to the stage and walk up the steps almost as robotic as I had. Effie asks him if he was the name she called. "Yes." He mumbles. She tells us to shake hands. I look into his soft green eyes and shake his hand. His grip was pretty strong, but enough strong enough where it would break my hand. We let go and were ushered into the back room by a pair of Peacekeepers. I sat down on the sofa they had in the room. I swallowed, or at least tried to swallow my tears to keep from crying. Someone opened the door; I didn't look up to see who it was. "Star…" I look up to see my sister, Valentine, on the verge of tears. I grab her hand, as she sits down next to me. "Mom and dad?" I ask in a whisper. Val nodded, answering my question. Silent tears came down onto my cheeks. I looked up at my sister. She was crying too. She grabbed both my hands. "I love you. Don't forget that." She said, in a strong voice, that sounded like it was about to crack. I nodded, the tears still running down my cheeks. "You're aloud to bring one item from your district." She pulled her light brown, light red hair to the front of her. She reached her arms around her neck, taking off the necklace that my mother gave her for her first reaping. It was a heart-shaped locket with a picture of our family in it. "I can't take that from you, Val." She gave me a weak smile. "You're not taking it from me. I'm giving it to you." She grabbed my hand, put the silver necklace into my palm, and closed my hand. I put it around my neck. "Promise me that you'll wear it in the arena, Star." I nodded. She threw her arms around me. "Try and come home okay." She told me, after pulling away. I nodded. I was going to try and come home, for my sister, for my parents, and for me. We both looked at the door to see a Peacekeeper ready to take my sister out. She nodded and walked toward the door. I whipped my tears off with the sleeve of my jacket. I heard the door open again, to see my best friend, Velvet. She gave me a shaky smile, before bursting into tears. She ran toward me and engulfed me into a big, bear hug. She pulled back, seeing the tears on my face. "You've always been like a sister to me, Star." She whispers. I nod, agreeing with her. I didn't trust my voice. She gave me one last hug, grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "Please try and come home. This is where you belong." I nodded. She whipped a few tears off of her face and was ushered out by the Peacekeepers. I tried to whip off the tears on my cheeks, but it wasn't worth it. They just kept coming. A Peacekeeper had come a couple of minutes later ushering me and Daze into a train that would take us to the Capitol. We boarded the train, with our own escort, Hazel Thompson, on the train already. I looked out the window as District 5 began to disappear. I breathed out a shaky breathe. I felt someone next to me. I looked up to see, Daze looking at me with a worried expression. "Are you okay?" He asked, quietly. I didn't answer, I wasn't positively sure I was. He nodded, as if reading my mind and walked off to find Hazel. I put my back against the wall, and slid down. I put my face in my hands, and breathed slowly. I looked up from my hands to see our mentor, Vanilla Roberts. She kneeled down to my level. "Are you okay, Star?" She asked, putting her hand on my arm. Vanilla was a very pretty woman, who looked to be about almost 30. She had shiny, blonde curls and dark caramel eyes. I nodded slowly. She stood up and put out her hand. I grabbed it and she pulled me up. "Dinner is an hour." She said, quietly before walking to her sleeping area. I stood there for about five minutes, before I realized how tired I was. I found Hazel in the dinning car. "Where's my room?" I asked, quietly. She smiled, got up from her seat, and grabbed my wrist. "Here it is." She said, in a cheerful Capitol accent. I mumbled a thank you and opened the door. Everything in the room was blue, the carpet, the sheets on the bed, and the pillows on the bed, the window curtains, and the walls. I closed the door, and walked toward my bed. I felt the sheets on the bed. They were as soft as satin. I laid down on the bed, and before I noticed I was out like a light.