Cameras flashed as Gale ran, with me on his shoulder, into the hovercraft that was waiting for us. As soon as Gale's feet were in, the door slammed shut and the multiple flashes stopped. Inside the hovercraft were few people. Johanna, Peeta, Enobaria and two doctors. Peeta sat upright, shivering in a chair attached to the wall. Johanna lay unconscious with a doctor tending to her, fiddling with a tube. Enobaria furiously clawing at the air, tearing at her dysfunctional illusions whilst a nervous doctor tried to calm her down. Now that us four were against three healthy people, I could see we were in a really bad state. I mean awful. "P...Peeta." My lips were shivering although I wasn't cold. Gale set me down in the wall-chair next to Peeta and turned to help the doctor with the tube. "Why us." I stuttered. His blood drained hand slipped into mine but didnt grip it properly. His prosthetic leg was broken and battered in and his eye was blue and swollen. His lips were chubby and fish-like and several deep, infected scratches penetrated his real leg. "We are the ones they love." His icey eyes stared at mine whilst his freezing hand couldn't move. A doctor then finished with Johanna and began to try to sort me out. He injected a blue liquid into my arm then I began to feel drowsy. Before I gave in to sleep, Peetas hand slipped away and I whispered, "I'm going to see my Finn."

-Victory parade, Annie 17, Finnick 17. District 3-

"I must say, Akili and Hewitt were such great competitors, they were such good spor-" What was I saying? These stupid cue cards written by Lysander were not heart felt or in anyway true. I looked at the thin white paper with my escort's scribbly handwriting occupying every square inch of the card. I plucked some courage up as I glanced at Finnick, standing in the stage wings, his sea green eyes dazzling me as they always did. My fingers closed up as my hand crumpled the cue cards and the small paper ball bounced on the concrete stage as I lost grip on it. "Hewitt was so nice. He adored Akili and protected her like his sibling. They didn't deserve to die this way. When I saw Hewitt trying to save Akili, I knew his love for her was genuine, they were smarter than any other kids I have ever known and I hope their memory exists all over not only this district but all over Panem. Children should protect their loved ones like Hewitt did for Akili. Children should be smart and genuine like Hewitt and Akili were... Are." I stopped talking and took in Akili's parents; a tall blonde woman with the same hazel eyes as Akili once possessed And a slighty shorter ginger man with light stubble and the same freckles as Akili had. I then looked to Hewitt's family. A small old woman sat in a crumbly wheel chair. Her skin was dark and her hair was grey and frizzy. She had the same complexion as Hewitt. Behind the woman, who I assume was his Grandma, stood a teen boy. He had slightly darker skin than the woman and had big sad eyes. My tears were landing in perfect circles on the floor as I absorbed the eerie silence of the thousands of people stood before me, watching me crying. Then I broke down. I screamed and shouted and as my knees gave way, my perfect orange triangular skirt ripped at the seem and my blouse became untucked. The citizens of 3 were reaching out to me, begging for me and screaming thanks. But I was dragged away from them by a peacekeeper and I was sedated.