Again, this is another short chapter. I hope you guys are starting to like Threader :D I'm trying to base her off of one of my best friends. Well ok review please? :D

"Digger, wake up. I think I heard something." I hear the sound of crunching snow.

"I hear it too." Digger hides behind me. I pick up some of my throwing knives. Neither of us can see what or who is approaching us, but we can hear them.

"Wait, please don't hurt me." A very miserable looking girl approaches us. "I'm Threader, the girl from eight. None of the others trust you, but I have no one left to turn to. Please! Don't let me die here!"

"Rose! Put the knife down!" At first I'm hesitant, but I look at her leg. She's broken it, and it's bleeding. She may have gotten a very low score, but she's used some cloth to wrap herself with and she's using a stick to walk around with.

"I'm sorry. I've gone a bit since we've started these games. Where did you get the cloth?" Threader points to a rip in her shirt. "You could freeze to death, you know. We'll get you a sleeping bag. You can shape into some sort of jacket or clothing."

She takes some of the sleeping bags and rips them up. At first I'm furious, but I realize what she's doing. She takes the loose thread out of some of the pieces of sleeping bag. "Can you see if you can find me a needle?"

"Sure." I look through a lot of bags and piles, but I can't find the needle. Stupid me! There'd be some in the first-aid! I get one of the kits and take a needle. "How did you break your leg?"

"Hand me the needle? Thanks. You know Callie? Well, she attacked district three. We didn't realize how close we were to them. We could hear the girl screaming after the first cannon blasted. We started to run. I tripped over a tree root that sprouted out of nowhere. The boy from six decided to cover me with snow. I kept telling him to run, but he just kept covering me. I heard the second cannon. I could feel him running now, but I could hear Callie closing in on him. She jumped over me. That's when I heard the third cannon. I started crying as silently as I could. Callie got closer and closer to me. She started walking slower as she got closer. She jumped right on my injured leg. Obviously she did this on purpose. The pain was unbearable, but I knew if I moved I would die. I stopped breathing and didn't move an inch. I didn't think my silence would work, but Callie ran off. That's when I heard the fourth and final cannon. I slept there. I was alone."

"What made you think you could trust me?"

"I can sense goodness in you. I know you killed them, but I can tell that you're extremely remorseful. That's why you stole her necklace. You stole it not as a trophy, but as a way of remembering and honoring her." I guess she's right. Am I really that remorseful?

I sit down in front of her as she fashions some clothing. She looks at me and then Digger and keeps working. I want to leave with Digger to go do something, but she'd be easy prey. I can't let her die. After about an hour of watching her, she finishes. She hands me a ridiculously thick shirt, some gloves, and pants. She hands over the same things to Digger and takes some for herself.

"Where did you learn to do that?"

"Well, I am from district eight. I have to make money somehow to take care of my siblings."

"Shouldn't your parents take care of them?"

"My dad is dead, and my mom is never home. They'd starve without me." I feel sick to my stomach. Every one of us has someone waiting or depending on us back home and we're killing each other.

"I hope you can get back to eight so you can take care of them."

"So do I."

"Rose, Threader, let's talk for a while. We have nothing better to do anyway."

"Yeah ok."

We talk for a few hours about things that don't really matter. I talked about school work I'm going to have to make up once I go back, Digger talks about the process of candy making, and Threader mostly listens. She doesn't complain about anything, but instead asks us what she can do to help us.

"You can't do anything. Look at your leg! We are going to take care of you."

"Please don't. I need a purpose for my last few days. I don't want to die knowing that someone was taking care of me instead of me taking care of them."

We hear some chimes. I turn around and a parachute is floating down.

It's for her leg. Shove the needle between the break. It'll be healed in no time.-

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"Give me your leg, Threader." Threader closes her eyes, but she lets me shove the needle into her leg. He wasn't kidding. I had to pull out the needle pretty quickly since the bone almost encompassed it. I look at Threader. She's passed out.

"Let's get her into the cornucopia, Rose." We drag her limp body into the cornucopia.

"We're almost out of food. Come on, let's go hunting. Don't worry, I know how to hunt." Digger follows me.

"How exactly did you learn how to hunt?"

"Sometimes animals start eating our crops. We have to kill them to keep from getting into trouble with the capital. We can only have a small amount of our crops, and whatever is lost comes out of our food."

We go into the forest. I take some of our leftover food and set it on in an open location. We wait for hours until we hear something approaching. I ready my bow, but instead of an animal, the girl from twelve walks up and takes the food. She's such a stupid girl. That was a trap and she could have died. Luckily she left some food behind. After about ten minutes of waiting, a bear takes some of the food.

"Whoa, are you going to try to kill that bear?"

"It's going to be a lot of food." I take my arrow and shoot it. It doesn't die, so I keep taking more and more arrows until it finally falls dead. We cut the bear up and take it one piece at a time back to the cornucopia.

"My leg feels much better now. I set up a fire for us. I assumed you'd be out hunting."

"Thanks Threader." We take the meat and hang it over the fire. We eat a lot of it, but there is still a lot of it left. We could only finish off the arm.

"The meat is going to go bad. Throw it back into the woods. Some other animals will eat it."

We prepare ourselves to go to sleep. Pretty soon some more tributes will die, so I decide to take first watch and then Digger. The anthem plays, but there are no more sad faces. I watch the stars as the others sleep. I see a flicker of light.

"Rose? Is that you?"

"Who is it? What are you doing?"

"It's me, Callie." I feel gross inside. I want to kill her, but I can't.

"What do you want?"

"Just know that I'm going to kill you. Not now, but I'll kill you soon. My brother needs to get home. Goodbye, Rose Thornberry."