AN: Alright, here's another chapter. :D

Disclaimer: All rights to Stephenie Meyer and Suzanne Collins.

Wanda's POV

I sat, shaking, on the capital couch. I held my hands together so tightly, I thought they might fall off. The guards stood at the door.

They had ushered me in here so quickly I could barely look at anything.

I remember looking at my fellow tribute for a second. I couldn't remember anything about him except his deep sapphire eyes.

Then that second was over. They began to usher me into the building.

I could barely see. I thought I was going to faint. I could barely walk. I felt strong hands on my arms lifting me up. Those hands were replaced by hard gloves tearing me from the stage and through the door. I was lead into this room and had been sitting here for a half an hour.

The couch was very comfortable under me. It was more comfortable than my bed at my home or any bed at my home.

I thought of home as I waited for my family. The guards said they would be here soon. They said that when I first got here. Maybe they weren't coming at all.

I closed my eyes and thought of home. I could feel the ocean breeze on my face and smell the salty water and Uncle Jeb cooking on the grill. Mel and Jamie playing in the water. I could see our little shack of a house. It was small. It wasn't perfect, but it was us.

Oh, how I will miss the water.

I heard the door open and Jamie was the first through the door, Mel and Jeb following. He ran to me and threw himself into my arms.

"No," he whispered over and over again.

I felt the tears coming again. I couldn't allow them to spill. I had to be strong, for them.

"Shh, Jamie, it's going to be okay," I said.

"No, it's not!" he shouted standing up and walking away from me, "They are going to take you away from us! That will never be okay! And you have to...You have to..."

The sobs overcame him and he couldn't speak. I stood up and rushed to him.

"Jamie," i said. He continued to cry into my shoulder. He was so young, on the verge of becoming a man, but not yet.

"Jamie," I said, "Jamie? Please look at me."

He looked at me, with tears streaming down my face.

"You guys will be fine without me okay," I told him. I looked over at Mel and Uncle Jeb, "You are all strong, stronger than me and you can get through this."

"I don't want to without you," Jamie cried.

The tears spilled over.

"No, Jamie, you have to be strong. You have to be strong for Mel and Uncle Jeb, okay? You have to be strong for me. At least right now, please." I would never have asked him this if i knew it wasn't absolutely necessary. He had to be strong, even if it was only for these few minutes.

"All of you have to be strong," I told them, "You can do this."

Jamie continued to cry. Mel walked over to me.

"Wanda, I don't want to do it without you either," She whispered.

I opened my arm and brought her to me. Jamie let go and ran to Jeb. Mel gave me a bone crushing hug.

"You could win," she whispered, "You have to try."

I leaned back and shook my head, "No, no, you know I can't and I won't." I whispered to her so Jamie wouldn't hear.

She nodded. She had known the answer before she had said it.

Jeb walked over to me as Mel and Jamie hugged.

"Sweetheart," he muttered, wiping the tears from my cheeks, "You're one of the strongest people I've ever met. You can make it through this."

I knew that he meant through these next few weeks, not the Games. He knew I was going to die. I knew I was going to die.

I was going to die.

I hadn't allowed myself to think that thought until now. I was going to die and there was nothing I could do about it.

Jeb brought me into his strong arms. Arms that had worked hard for years, protecting Mel, Jamie, and I. Now he would only have two to protect.

The guards opened the doors.

"Time's up," the tallest one said.

"No!" Jamie and Mel yelled at the same time running to me and wrapping their arms around me.

"You have to go," I told them, "I love you. I love you all so much. I'll never forget you."

"I love you." They all repeated as the guards pulled them off me and drag them towards the door.

The door slammed behind them.
I crumbled to the ground.

I wrapped my arms around my stomach, hoping to ease the physical pain i was feeling. They were gone. I would never see them again.

That simple fact was enough to break me right then and there.

AN: This chapter was so hard to write. I actually teared up while writing it. Just the thought of Wanda having to leave them. Again. I mean it was hard enough during the Host!