What do I do now?

I lie in my bed, restless. Mags said that there's a poor chance of help for us. The secret society that she's been talking about is reluctant, scared that Snow would see behind the covers that they had a hard time putting on. Apparently, one girl is a liability. It's Panem's freedom that is at stake here.

I sit up, grabbing the lamp beside my bed and had it sailing across the room, crashing in small pieces when it hit the wall.

"And I thought Mags could really help." I muttered angrily under my breath. I kicked myself internally the moment I said it. I do not have the right to blame her for what I couldn't do. She was practically the only family I had left, when my parents died when I was little.

Darkness loomed over me. I'm seeing Annie in just a matter of hours but that didn't calm me for just a bit.

I had a hard time admitting it to myself, but I wasn't the one to run away from the truth. Snow is gradually winning. This time, a vase came down crashing to the floor. I kept thinking of a solution, a way out of this tunnel but I always reach dead ends. Every time I do, I sent something flying in the air. When I was out of things to throw, I punched the wall so hard that my left arm rippled with blinding pain, and with that, the tears came down.

I have to save Annie. I have to.

The tears kept falling. With the exhaustion of the day, I resigned to a restless sleep. Before I went under, all I saw was my hand, still bleeding. Then no more.

I thought nothing could be worse than the awful reality I'm in, until the nightmares came.

I found myself in a forest, the trees towering above me. Their leaves covered the sky, so all I see is the ominous shade of green. What comforted me is my trident. I gripped it tightly in my hand, unsure of what should I do. That's when I hear her scream. I flinched as the hairs on my back stood up.

I screamed her name with the loudest voice I can conjure, but I can't hear her anymore. The forest fell back to its emptiness. I ran. I'm not sure if I'm in the right direction since Annie is not screaming anymore but I ran. I just ran because it's all that I can do.

I heard a sinister laugh behind me but when I turned, there's no one there and I found myself in a new place. This was the Training Center back in the Capitol. My trident was gone.

The other tributes were crowded in a place at the corner of the room. As I get closer, I hear their shrieks and laughter. Their gazes were fixed on something up ahead.

I almost fell to my knees when I took the scene in. There was Annie scared and whimpering, both of her hands and feet were tied to the target post. Her blood was slowly dripping down the floor from her cuts, no doubt caused by small knives. One arrow was stuck at her right calf while another was buried at her shoulder. And District 1's female tribute was going to release the third one.

"NO!" I shouted, trying to wrestle my way to the crowd to break 1's neck. But I know that I may be too late. I keep on struggling, but everybody kept me back. They were all laughing and cheering as they pin me down to the ground. District 1 fired her arrow at Annie. It hit her right in the heart.