Cold liquid needles injected themselves into my body, dragging me underwater and sharp currents rung my neck as I was pulled further and further downwards. My lungs burned for air and I took a quick gasp. It tasted of blood. I screamed with fear and two people seemed to step over me. One had multiple cut wounds over its body with now blood soaked orange pigtails and cold black eyes. Speck. The other had its head under its arm with its own eyes black and unforgiving.

"You killed me." Speck said bluntly. I shook my head furiously.

No…

"I saved you Annie. Why didn't you help me?" Rio asked, blood pouring from the lips of his severed head as he spoke.

No. No. No. No.

I tried to fight against the water but the more I struggled the more I sank.

"Accept it Annie."

I gasped myself awake, covered in sweat and completely disorientated and lost. I suddenly remembered everything and coughed up more bile into my cut up hands. It burned. I wiped the tears away with the back of my hand and tried to take tiny sips of water from my bota bag. I finished it off and rested my back against the small cave wall, the light from my shrubbery door allowing small fractures of light in. I had no idea how long I had been asleep for, but apart of me didn't want to wake up.

"Accept it Annie."

I trembled furiously and blocked my hands over my ears and started to rock back and forth. It was my fault. My fault they were dead. I killed them. I killed them.

It was hours before I heard a sound outside of the cave. I froze in place and tried so hard to not have a panic attack. Yet, the sound was brief and too light to be a footstep. I peered through a gap and saw a large picnic basket, my eyes lightened with delight when I saw the angel white parachute attached to it. I greedily snatched the basket into my hovel and eagerly began to root through it. Inside was cheese, District Four bread, three large bottles of water, a sleeping bag, medical wipes and…sleeping medication. My trembling arms gripped the basket tight as I muttered over and over again.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you."

After I cleaned and covered my scrapes I slowly began to eat the seaweed bread and cheese, I had no idea how hungry I was until I took the first bite into it. It completely baffled me how I was able to get sponsors, after the pathetic show that I had been putting on for them. Rio must have gotten them early on and Finnick and Mags must have saved them for a specific time for-

The blast of a cannon interrupted my thoughts and pushed my mind back to the thought Rio and Pyronn falling from the ledge. Again and again it played in my head. And no matter how hard I blocked my ears, scraped my nails into my skin or the number of tears I shed I couldn't get the images to stop, until an idea popped into my head.

I reached for the sleeping pills and took the daily guideline of two. The label said that I had to wait three minutes before it took affect but my eyes were so drawn to the bright orange capsules. I was going to die anyway. It would be better for me to go peacefully in my sleep than to die a cruel death. I took a deep breath and grabbed a handful. What was the point of last words? They mean nothing in the games.

"Fight, Annie."

It was the voice of Finnick that stopped me from taking the seven capsules in my hand. I snapped out of it and threw them on the ground. How could I have thought like that? I looked around the cave for any cameras; Finnick was probably watching me right now. Or wasn't, the Careers were probably doing something more interesting than I was, or he was either with another Capitol woman. All the negative thoughts slowly escaped my head, as my eyelids grew heavier, I collected myself in the sleeping bag and dreamt an empty nightmare.

It had been three days and not a single cannon fired, the audience must have started to become bored, and there was only five tributes left. Me, I knew that the rest of the Careers were still out there and another was still alive. Could it have been Relay? Was he waiting for Speck? Did he know that I had left her for dead? The thoughts swamped my mind again and the day replayed in my mind for the fiftieth time. I had been slipping in and out of consciousness still huddled in my small sanctuary, and I had gotten five more baskets of supplies. The gifts must have gotten really expensive and I had no idea how people where still interested in me.

The times that I didn't eat or have pill sleeps; were the times that my hands stayed firmly against my ears in an attempt to block out the constant noises. I gave up on tying knots a while ago, my shaky hands could barely hold it in my hands, and it was my only anchor to the outside world. My fingernails and the hair by my ears were coated in dry blood from all of the scratching of my ears. From my reflection in the water bottle I could see my eyes were puffy red, I wiped the dirt off my face a few days ago but I could still see patches that I wasn't bothered to wash off. Appearances and impressing people didn't matter to me anymore; I had given up on everything but my small fraction of will to live.

A few hours went by of sobbing before a few pebbles fell on my head. There was a deep shudder and growl from the cave and I scrambled to my knees. I bolted out of the opening and immediately collapsed to the floor. It didn't surprise me that my legs were just as less useless as I was, however I was surprised by my surroundings. Everything was bare, there was no longer and trees and the entire landscape were rolling rocks. The foreign brightness of the sun almost blinded me as I hid my eyes with my hand and tried at find at least something that wasn't just rock.

But I did find something. At first it was quite hard to see from where I was standing. I saw the cracks. Then the crumbling wall. Then the water. Because the dam was breaking, and I had nowhere to go.