After the Interviews, Gale and I are taken back to the training center. We both did pretty good. Cinna tells me, I was very sweet. He says Gale will get a lot of female sponsors. I think about Katniss, what did she think of us?
Tomorrow, I enter the arena. I could be dead within the next 24hours, or sooner. I know this will test me. I hope Skeet stays with me until the end.
When we arrive back at the training center, I go back up to my room, and shed the dress. I sit in the bath tub with my eyes closed. I imagine I'm at home, and nothing is coming for me except school tomorrow. Then honeysuckle perfume sprays into my face, and I open my eyes. The white hues of the bathroom sting my eyes, and tears make lines on my face. I stay in the bathtub until the water gets cold and I begin to shiver. I get out, and slip a flannel night gown over my head. I climb into bed around 11.
In the morning, Effie bangs on my door around 6, and I pry my eyes open. I feel like the air has turned to glue, and I'm in a dream. I wipe my face with icy water, and my head clears a little.
I walk to breakfast, and find an open bar of food, with nobody in the room. No attendants, Gales not there either. Effie walks in, and sends me back to my room to get dressed. I put my reaping cloths back on, and pin the bird pin to my chest.
I walk to the door, and take one last look around the room. My eyes are wet, but I won't let myself cry. I leave the room, and walk to the elevator. Haymitch, and Effie wait there for me. I give Effie a hug, and she whispers good luck in my ear. I shake Haymitch's hand, but jump into his arms anyway.
I take a step back from him and ask, "Any last advice?"
"Stay away from the cornucopia. And, Stay Alive." He is dead serious, and I can only nod because my throat is closing up. I step into the elevator, were twin helicopters wait on the roof. Mine actually has a large heart painted onto it. I walk over to it, and step onto the ladder. I freeze in place, and I'm taken up through a hatch. The motor fires up, and a woman with rubber gloves pulls my arm from the ladder, she explains what the trackers for, and sticks a long needle into my forearm. The tracker makes a bump on my skin, and I have a bruise in minutes.
They put me in a room to wait. Cinna walks in a few moments later, and takes a seat on the couch next to me. He orders some food, and I eat without tasting it. I hold his hand and stare out the window. When the windows begin to black out I get up and throw myself at the window, beating my fists on the windows, and screaming. I topple a table, and start to cry. I scream monsters, until a needle stabs into my hip.
