Sorry for such a short chapter! It's just kind of a filler! Next chapter we will get to see all the past victors again, and get to see the opening ceremonies :D It will be longer, I promise! But until then, review and tell me your thoughts!

I do not own the hunger games!


"Gemma. Stop it. Now! You can't act like that, especially around the tributes!" Esmeralda yells while she's chasing after me.

"HA! I can do whatever the fuck I want to, I'm crazy!" I twist on my heals, and she stops an inch from my face. I can feel her breath. "By the way," I hiss, "Where are those pill to? I'd like to see what kind of effect they have on me."

She says nothing, just shoves her hands in her pockets and pulls out a jar of pills, which she hands to me. I slowly open the lid, and take a step away from her. I know what I have to do. I can't handle this anymore. I'm coming to you Ky.

I pretend as if I'm reaching my fingers in the container, take a quick glance at Esmeralda, who's staring at me, and then chug back the bottle of pills.

I hear Esmeralda scream my name, a few pills slide down my throat, and the thud of my head hitting the ground before I black out.

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I'm awake before I open my eyes. I don't want to open my eyes. I don't want to have to face everyone after my failed suicide attempt. I know I'm not dead because my head is pounding, and if I was dead I wouldn't be in any pain. Plus I'd be with Ky right now, not trapped beneath the darkness of my own eyes.

I groan as I slowly open my eyes, the light hurts my head. Ouch. I try to move my hand, only to figure out that they are handcuffed to the bed. Wonderful.

So I just lie there, groaning and moaning in pain for I don't know how long. I know we're on the train though, cause I can feel it moving and stopping.

The door flies open and in walks Esmeralda, I can't look her in the eyes. "Why would you do this Gemma?" She asks, sitting down at my left side and searching my face for my eyes.

I snap my head to the right, and ignore her. "The reason why your hands are tied down is because you can't be trusted right now. Not when you just tried to-" Her voice is cut off by a sob. She's crying? She never cries!

I turn my head back around to face her, and she's got her face buried in her hands. She's shaking from the sobs. "Es? Sh. It's okay."

"I'm so, so sorry Gem. I'm supposed to help you, but I just make your life worse! It's all my f-fault!" She wails.

"No, it's not your fault. It's the capitols. I wasn't in my right mind when I tried that, I'm crazy, remember?" She laughs a bit and stops crying. "What happened anyways? After I blacked out?"

"Well the tributes went to say good bye to their families and friends, so we rushed you off the hospital where you got your stomach pumped. Then we just transported you to the train and kept you here. A few doctors came with us, and you have to take medication regularly now. They will give it to you in a needle form, since you can't be trusted with pills."

I snort, "Damn right I can't be trusted with pills. At least they're smart enough doctors. Can you get me out of this place?"

"Yeah, that's why I was coming to wake you actually, dinner starts soon. They'll give you your first shot down there."

I roll my eyes. Of course it's got to be in front of the tributes. She unlocks the handcuffs, and helps me up from the bed. "You want to change?" She asks me.

I nod and walk over to the dresser in the room. I take out a pair of sweat pants and a overly large t shirt. Oh well. Penelope won't be happy, but who cares?

She guilds me to the dining cart by my arm. Like I don't know where it is.

Everyone else is already sat down eating. Esmeralda sits by Mitchell, and I sit in between Esmeralda and Penelope. Trixie is on the other side of Penelope, and then there's the tributes. "Hello everyone, sorry we're late." Esmeralda greets.

I just slam down in my chair, sliding down into it. Esmeralda gives me a 'be-nice' look, but I ignore it. No one will meet my eye. No one says a word. They're all terrified of me.

"Ms Stone, we're here with your medication." A doctor, who I didn't even notice walk up to the table, breaks the silence.

Ash and Roland stare at me with wide eyes. Ash's eyes flicker with some other emotion instead of her 'I hate the world' usual one. What was it? Pity? Sorrow? I don't know.

"Right." I say, giving them my arm. They inject the needle and I feel like I'm being cleaned of all emotions instantly. "Woah, what is that stuff?" I ask.

They just laugh as they walk off, I growl.

"Um… Are you okay, Ms stone?" Roland asks me.

"HA! Call me Gemma. And sure. If you consider having to be injected with drugs every few hours because of your mental state okay."

He just offers a small smile. Ash is still silent, so I decide to ask her about her necklace. "Where did you get your necklace, girl?" Why I just called her girl, I don't know. I sound old. But I'm only two years older than her. Oh well.

"I got it for my birthday." Is all she offers, with an eye roll of course. I don't think she likes me very well. I guess it doesn't really matter; she'll more than likely be dead within a few weeks.

I really actually like her necklace a lot, it's a flame. I guess that she wears it because of her name, you know Ash, like ash from a fire?

I just shrug and pick as my food. I drop my fork abruptly and look at the marks around my wrists. They are red and puffy from the handcuffs.

"Have any advice for us?" Roland asks us three mentors.

Before either of the others can answer, I do. I tell them what I wish I could have followed by. If only I could take my own advise.

I rub my wrists and look them both straight in the eye while I tell them,

"I sure do. Don't win."