A/N-Hello, people. Thank you so much to deschanel10 (dorks really are sexy) and Shooting for the Moon for consistently reviewing. Again, if you'd like to be to do a specific person next, tell me in a review and I'll try. To people using story alert and such, I'm so glad you all like it. But can you please just send a review to tell me I'm doing ok?
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Glimmer, District 1
Cato's shriek startles her awake. She hadn't really thought him capable of shrieking. She'd like to tease him about it.
Until she figures out why. It's a bunch of tracker jackers.
It's as if her fear has been released, even before they sting. She hates tracker jackers, and fears them with all her heart. Sometimes, she can't help but wonder why the Capitol made them.
"To the lake!" she screams. And again. Because she has to get away.
Peeta has sprinted away. Lucky him. Glimmer feels the first sting on her hand.
It shoots pain up her arm, and the lump is already beginning to swell. That's not normal, is it? That's not normal.
To the lake!
As the swarm catches up to her, she is desperate. The only thing she is aware of dimly is the grip on her bow. She can't hear, she can't see.
But she is screaming.
To the lake!
They have gotten her, though. After they sting, they bury under her skin.
She screams even louder and tries to smash them away with her bow. How many times has she been stung now?
She cannot see anymore. The world is a flash of light and dark. Visions of her totally alone and exposed flash before her. And not beautiful.
And when she looks at herself, she is not beautiful.
Glimmer has never been ugly before. But as her skin becomes puckered and blistered, she is thinking she has to get used to it.
The whole world looks shiny and new to Glimmer. She falls down on the ground and closes her eyes to the sound of her own screams. And the bright, bright colors that seem to vivid to be real.
