A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Prim12. Thank you so much for all your positive reviews which have motivated me to keep writing!

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I'm sorry it took so long to get this chapter, the internet wasn't working for ages and it was really annoying cos I wanted to get this chapter up. But it's done now.

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The streaks of blood on the floor disappear mysteriously overnight. The cuts, sores and bruises on my body, however, are still there. I'm sore and aching and miserable and depressed and wondering how I can commit suicide.

I could just not eat. They send me a tiny basket of food each day. It usually contains a litre of water, a couple of slices of bread with this strange-tasting cheese spread on top, and sometimes, if I'm lucky, a piece of fruit. I've committed to memory the fruit I've gotten so far – two plums and a pear – and I day dream about them often.

But I can't stop eating. I love food. The only time I've ever refused food is when I didn't eat that feast of theirs. It was painful. I can't do that on a daily basis.

Thankfully, I get a visitor to distract me after about an hour of fantasising about killing myself. I hear the door open behind me and think, Great. Who's hear to wring information out of me now? But then I hear a voice which I didn't think I'd ever hear again.

"Johanna?" Shy, hesitant, unsure … it's Suki.

"Suki?" I gasp in astonishment and spin around. Never thought I'd see this little girl again. She sure is persistent. "What are you doing here?"

She looks down at the floor and twists her hands together nervously. "I – well – I wanted to talk to you." Then she looks up at me, and sees the whole picture, bruised and battered and beyond repair. I suppose I do look pretty bad. "They hurt you?"

"Yeah," I reply grimly. "But that doesn't matter." I see her flinch. Of course it matters. "Well, I guess it does. But why did you want to talk with me? And won't you get in trouble?" I don't need to say from who.

Suki closes the door gently and sits down opposite me, in one of the few patches of floor which isn't covered in filth. "No. Today's Sunday, I don't have to work. I get the day off, to do what I like. So – so I said I wanted to visit one of the prisoners."

"You did?" I gasp, "What did they say to that?"

"They were a bit funny about it," Suki admits, "At first, anyway. But eventually they let me through."

"Isn't there protocol? Didn't you have to say who you were visiting?"

"Oh no," replied Suki with a wry smile. "The Capitol employed me to work for them, when otherwise I would have had to live on the streets. They feed me and give me clothes and money. They gave me a place to sleep. They reckon I'm so grateful I couldn't possibly do anything wrong."

"Poor, thoughtless, trusting lambs," I sigh absentmindedly. I'm surprised when Suki giggles.

"But why did you want to visit me?" I press on.

"I wanted to talk to you."

"About what?"

"Well…" she says, staring at the ground. "I wanted to know how you got in this mess."

Without a moment's hesitation, I tell her everything. The orphanage back in Seven, Isobel Mornington the school-yard bully, getting reaped for my first games, winning them, being a mentor then getting unexpectedly reaped for the 75th Hunger Games. Meeting Katniss and Peeta. The intricate plan of District Thirteen. I tell her the plan without hesitation. Before long, I've told her everything about me while I know nothing about her and still I tell her the entire plan without hesitation. Then I suddenly think of something.

"Wait …" I say, my heart suddenly racing and my stomach twisting in panic. "Is this room bugged?"

"No," Suki assures me. "They tried bugging the rooms a few years back and all they got was screaming and the repetitive chanting of mad people."

"Thank God that happened," I say, relieved.

"Johanna?" says Suki after a moment's hesitation, "Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do, silly," I reply, laughing, "Didn't I just tell you my whole life story? Anyway, it means I can ask you any question and you have to answer it."

"Go on," says Suki, grinning.

"Well," I say, "To start off, what's your real name? Is it Suki or Marion?"

"It's Suki," she replies. "Marion … that's what they always wanted me to call them."

"The Capitol?"

She shakes her head. I can see fear in her eyes.

"Suki …" I say slowly, "What … what happened to you?"

She takes a deep breath, and begins.

"Peeta started arguing with himself like he was two people. They had to drag him away. On the plus side, no one noticed that I finished his lunch." Johanna Mason, Mockingjay.

Suki's story is the next chapter. I'm so excited, I can't wait to write it! Be prepared for a whole lot of dark secrets to be spilled.

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