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I watch Gale walk away, completely speechless. I push my food away slowly, as I continue to stare off. I can't believe what I heard. Gale knows now. But he's getting the wrong idea, which bothers me. He doesn't know who though. I must convince Gale that non of what Johanna is saying is true. Anger builds up inside me as I think about Gale and especially Johanna. I'm his best friend, and he's believing what Johanna has to say, without giving me a chance to speak or explain myself.

I take one more bite of my food, before becoming to angry to eat. I stand up, and throw my plate away, walking away to my room again.

"Wait.." calls a voice behind me.

I turn around and see Johanna, and roll my eyes, turning around again, and continuing to walk.

"I SAID WAIT!" she yells loudly, catching up to me and grabbing my wrist.

"And what is it you want?" I sneer.

"Oh, don't be too concerned with yourself, Mockingjay. We're going to practice with weapons."

Johanna pulls me forward, grabbing onto my wrist a little too tightly where it starts to hurt a bit.

We walk a long way down the hall, until we reach a room. Johanna opens the white door, and practically shoves me inside. I give her a nasty look, but then look up. The walls and floors of this room are white, and before me stands a huge variety of weapons, some looking quite frightening. There I see Finnick, Beetee, Boggs, and Gale.

"Wh-" but before I can even say anything, Johanna interupts me.

"We'll be practicing with weapons today." Johanna says.

Beetee then walks up to me, holding a bow and arrow in both of his hands. He gives it carefully to me, and I see that it's not just a regular bow and arrow. It's black, and the tips look as if they're explosive.

And I soon find out that they are.

"This right here.." begins Beetee. "Is your new bow and arrow.. The tips are explosive, so you can do much more damage."

"Did you make this?" I ask, a smile creeping up on my face.

He nods and smiles at me. Then, I look at Finnick and notice he has a new trident in his hand, and he looks rather pleased with it.

"Thank you," I say, smiling.

We practice with weapons for a few hours. I'm particularly good with the bow and arrow, obviously, but try to practice more and get better. I look at Finnick, throwing his trident, and hitting the target every time. I remember his games, and how deadly he was in them, becoming the youngest victor, age 14, to win The Hunger Games.

He's noticing I'm looking at him, so he walks carefully over to me.

"How're you doing?" he asks.

"Pretty well.. I like my new bow," I smile. "What about you?"

"Doing well, too," he says, admiring his new trident once again.

I see out the corner of my eye, and look over to see Johanna glaring at us.

I quickly turn my head back to Finnick, but he's still looking at Johanna, with a concerned expression on his face.

"What's up with her?" he asks.

"She's always like this," I say, and sigh.

I look over, and see Gale firing guns. I can tell he's never handled a gun before, but he's actually very skilled at it.

I can't help but worry that some of these people in this room, might be dead in a couple of weeks. It makes my stomach churn and makes me feel sick. I make a face of discomfort, and Finnick seems to notice, and somehow can tell how I'm feeling.

"We'll be alright," he says, putting his hand gently on my shoulder. "This is the right thing to do."

"When are we leaving?" I ask, my voice shaking slightly.

"A week," he says, quietly. I can tell that he's nervous as well.

We continue practicing for awhile, but then the time we have comes to a close, as Boggs says, "Very good job today. You'll come in once a day for training, so you will be prepared."

He dismisses us, and Finnick and I walk quietly back towards my room. The hallway is empty, and desserted, because everybody has gone to go outside.

Suddenly, Finnick stops me.

"I gotta go now," he says. He cups my face in his hand, and kisses me softly, and passionatley.

"Good night," he says pulling away after a moment, and walking off down the hallway towards his room.

I smile to myself, as I walk again to my room. I turn back and see that Finnick is now out of sight, the hallway being desserted once more.

I turn back around, and continue walking for a minute or so when suddenly, I feel someone grab my shoulders and push me up against a wall so hard, the wind is knocked out of me. I star in horror, as I see Peeta facing me, his eyes black with rage.

"Thought you were supposed to be in love with me.. Or that's what they tell me," he spits out angrily, holding me tightly, so tightly that it hurts, pushing me harder against the wall.

I realize in horror, that he's seen Finnick and I kissing.

"N..N-No, Peeta. No.." I say, looking around for someone who could help, but no one is around at the time I need them the most.

Peeta seems to ignore everything I've said, because he raises his hand, and hits me hard across the face. Tears well up in my eyes, as I avoid looking into his cold, black eyes.

"Pathetic. Begging for mercy. Why do you breathe this air, Mutt?" he says, angrily.

Tears are pouring down my cheeks, and I violently try to get away, but this seems to make him angier. He slams me against the wall again, and I let out a yelp of pain.

"Peeta.. I'm sorry.. Peeta, NO!" I scream, sobbing now.

"Goodbye, Mockingjay," he says with the most evil look on his face now, his eyes glistening with satisfaction. His hands make their way around my neck. I put my hands on top of his, struggling to pull them off, but I can't. He squeezes around my neck harder, and now I can't breathe at all. My nightmare is now becoming a reality.