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Johanna's POV

Was that Nike? That was Nike, wasn't he? I did see clearly, didn't I? It was Nike. It was him. It was definitely him. I think Katniss left, and there's some kind of fighting going on, but I'm not paying attention. Instead I just stare at the black screen. It was him, but he looked so different. He was thin, he was pale, he was hurt, he looked… crazy. He didn't look like him. What could they have done to him to make him like that? And that noise at the end… That was a gunshot, for sure. They shot Nike. He might be dead. He's probably dead. All around me I hear them talking about Peeta. They call him a traitor, a hypocrite. No one mentions Nike. No one mentions what just happened. No one cares. I clench my fists. While everyone's distracted I sweep my hand across the counter, knocking, and probably breaking, the screen. They all quiet down and I walk away to the door.

''Soldier Mason!'' one of the guards says ''What you just did is unacceptable. We'll have to-''

I cut him off by shoving him and he falls to the ground. ''Shut up'' I say and I walk through the door. As soon as the doors close I run along the hallways to my chambers. I shut the door and I sit down on my bed, covering my head with my hands.

Why the fuck is he there?! He shouldn't be. Of all the people in the world, HE shouldn't be there. He's the most amazing person I know. He's the most loyal person on the planet; he's honest, kind and generous. Then why is he there, while there are so many IDIOTS just walking around doing NOTHING?! I feel like screaming. Instead I take a deep breath and I count to ten. That's what my therapist told me I should do. When I'm calmer I look around the room. I hate it.

It's an individual room, just to remind me how alone I am. There's almost nothing here. A wardrobe for all the gray, dull clothes they gave me here, a bed right in the middle of the room and a door to the bathroom in the corner. That's it. This room it's one of the things I hate the most, aside from everyone and everything. It reminds me that I have nothing to call my own and that the only family I have is probably dead in the Capitol. Although… there is something I can call my own. The ring. I turn it in my finger. I'm so glad Nike gave it to me. I know it's not really mine, but it reminds me of him. What did he say when he gave it to me? ''I feel like… we might be apart for a while, and I want you to have something from me''. That idiot knew. He knew he was going to be captured and I didn't even notice that all his thoughts and worries were completely justified. Nike has always had something. I don't know what it is, but he notices things others don't. He reads people and situations differently than others. You can just take the day we met as the perfect example.

My dad died. He's gone. Dead. The life of the best person in the world ended, just like that, when he still had so much to do, so much to live for. He left me. My mom cries and cries all the time and Alex… I don't think he understands everything, but he knows something horrible happened and he's sad. I don't care about them, though. I only care about my dad. My hero died. I have never felt this much overwhelming sadness and loneliness before. I begin to avoid people. It's not like I had many friends before, but I don't talk to anyone now, not even my own family. Alex wants me to talk to him, but I can't, not even if I wanted to. One day I decide I don't want to be at home and I run to the woods. I don't know for how long a run, I end up at a clearing. The place is beautiful, with flowers all over the floor, secured from the sun by all the trees surrounding it and the smell of the pine trees is even stronger here.

I sit down on the ground and cry. I cry for hours and hours. Whenever I think it's enough I just start crying again. ''Are you okay?'' someone says placing a hand on my shoulder.

I turn around startled and try quickly to dry my tears. I recognize the boy. He's older than me, a year or two, I don't know, he's tall for his age and he has dirty blonde hair and striking green eyes. I sometimes see him with a couple of friends in the school cafeteria, but mostly he's out with who I assume is his dad ''Y-yeah…'' I say forcing myself to smile ''I'm okay, thank you''

He tilts his head to the side for a moment staring directly at my eyes and after a second he sits in front of me ''You're not okay'' he says- he's the first to realize, or at least to say it-''You can tell me, I won't tell anyone else, I promise''

''How can I know you're not lying?'' I ask him.

''You can't, you'll just have to trust me'' he says smiling at me. He has a sweet smile. He notices I'm not telling him anything and he sighs. ''What if I tell you something about me? My name is Nike. I'm nine years old and my mom died five years ago''

I stare at him shocked, not only because how easily he said it, but because he said it to me, a total stranger. He just keeps smiling at me. ''I'm sorry about your mom'' I say at last.

''Don't be, it was a long time ago'' he says ''But something is happening to you right now, and I want to help you like I wish someone had helped me with my mom-God forbid something as bad happened to you, though''

I bite my lower lip, should I tell him? ''Fine…'' I say ''My dad died a week ago. He had cancer and we didn't have the money to treat something like that''

''I'm sorry'' he says and it's weird, he sounds truly sorry, like if he wished it had never happened ''D'you want to talk about it?''

''Yes'' I say ''But I'm not going to''

''Why not?'' he says smiling again.

''Why not? I don't know you!''

''Well, maybe this could be our way to get to know each other then!'' he says ''We'll share our tragedies, it'll be fun!''

''You're crazy'' I say smiling for real for the first time since my dad died.

''Hey! My daddy says I'm special!'' he says in a ridiculous kiddy tone and I have to laugh. ''Ha! I made you laugh, that's step one towards a beautiful friendship!'' I laugh again. He waits a moment before continuing ''You can tell me everything you want, I'm all ears'' he says seriously.

It takes me a while to start talking but I tell him. I talk about how lonely I feel ever since my dad died, I talk about how I feel like no one understands how it feels and that maybe on purpose or maybe by accident I feel like I'm drifting away from my other family. He listens to every word, not interrupting and encouraging me to keep going when I say something particularly painful. I ramble on and on about all the things my dad ever taught me and the games we played and the places we went to. He probably doesn't care, but he still listens and it's nice to have someone there listening and to let it all out. ''Sometimes…-well, most times- I just want to forget. To forget he was ever here and to forget the pain''

''I understand'' he says ''I wanted the same thing. I was four years old you know, I probably didn't understand everything like it was, I probably didn't understand death. But I was in pain. I wanted my mom, I wanted her to hug me and sing lullabies to me when I couldn't sleep, but that wasn't happening and I wanted to forget for a moment that I used to have all those things and I lost them''

''What did you do?'' I ask him.

''I didn't do anything, it was my dad'' he says smiling sadly, he sighs and keeps going ''One night about a month after she died I woke my dad up and I told him 'Dad, I don't want to have this in my head anymore, I want to forget!'. He was startled and he told me, with tears in his eyes 'You can't forget. I mean, you can, but you shouldn't. Stephanie,- your mom- she's only alive as long as we keep remembering her. The moment we forget… That's when a person truly dies. I know it hurts, little guy, I know it's horrible and I wish you weren't going through something like this, but I need you to help me keep her alive, I can't do it by myself' ''

''Did that help you?'' I ask.

''At first it didn't'' he says shrugging ''I would still cry almost every night and I would still feel miserable, but after a while… I began to see all those memories differently, I didn't see them as a reminder that she had died, I saw them as a reminder that she had lived. Now when I think of her it doesn't make me sad, it makes me happy that I was able to know her and that I got to share so many experiences with her'' he smiles again after that ¿What I'm trying to ay with all this useless rambling… You shouldn't forget your dad, you should learn to appreciate the moments you had instead of feeling sorry for the ones that you didn't get to experience. And your family… You shouldn't push them away. They probably need you and I'm sure you need them. Now that you've lost someone so close to you, the best you can do is be with them and enjoy their company, because even though it sucks, they might not be here forever. Too cheesy?''

I laugh ''It was very cheesy, but… It really helps. Thank you, Nike''

''You're welcome'' he says ''And remember, if you need anything, anything at all, you can call me and I'll do everything I can to help you''

''Thank you'' I repeat as he stands up and offers me his hand to help me stand up ''And… My name is Johanna, by the way. Just thought you should know''

''Johanna?'' he asks ''That's a very pretty name, it suits you''

Being honest, I thought that after that day I would probably never see him again, but I did see him again. In a very short time he became the best friend I've ever had.

''Stupid idiot'' I mutter as I sniff and wipe my tears. I always think about that day, because what Nike said always helps me get through a death or a nightmare or a bad memory. It also reminds me how Nike was able to read me and to say all the right words without even knowing me. He still does that. He's still able to make me feel better after anything and I don't think he has ever let me down. Except maybe when he volunteered in the quell.

''Soldier Mason!'' someone says pounding the door ''Come right outside! What you did was unacceptable! We need you to come outside immediately to receive a proper-''

The man keeps talking about a bunch of other military crap that I don't care about. I sigh, look at the ring again and get off of the bed ready for whatever lame punishment they thought for me.

Yes, I am aware that I wrote how they met in the very first chapter of No Matter What, but I really wanted to write an improved, cooler version of the first one and I think I did it :). I hope you liked it and please review.