"Would you like some tea Miss Sparks?"

My eyes flickered over to the waiter on the train. I nodded my head a little as I said, "Yes. Thank you, Simon." The server smiled and quickly left the compartment.

Panama sat in her seat up straight, calves crossed, drinking her morning coffee. It was interesting and disturbing to take in her hair that was now very short, actually shorter than Finnick's hair and was greased back to give this extreme slick look. Her eyes were done in a silver color and three gem stone line under her brow. As for her lips they were this deep red that faded out to black along the edges.

My eyes glanced down to see bold black lines traced her silvery dusted body to give the allusion her skin was plates of metal held by bolts. I smiled at the fact that I could always figure out what district was next all by her coordinated outfits.

Simon entered with her blueberry muffin and she asked a question, but it sounded more than anything demanding, "What time will we be arriving in District 3?"

"In a half an hour, Mrs. Carright." He said not making eye contact.

"Good." Her eyes glanced down at her muffin and she replied, "This isn't warm enough."

He grabbed the plate and bowed his head as he apologized back into the kitchen. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. I wonder if they would spit in the food to the people they detested.

My eyes wondered to the window to see the trees thinning out more often. It almost reminded me of District 8, the industry that was responsible for the production of textiles and clothing. It was such a bare place, that not even a blade of grass could be found. I believe it was industrial fumes that were slowly killing everything off.

I sighed at the thoughts of what I learned and seen from the Districts. Some districts were poorer than others and yet all districts shared the common equality of starvation and dying. I had lost such as appetite throughout this tour because I felt guilty and guiltier having so much food at my disposal.

We had visited District 10, which main industry was livestock. I had never seen cattle before, but there was so many of these animals that it could have feed not only the Capitol, but the many starving districts. It killed me to find out they would pick the best cattle and slaughter it for the Capitol's demise and the rest would be package for Capitol's pet food.

In District 9, this district was responsible for grain and corn. The more nutritious and better quality of this product was ship off to the Capitol. The poor and old grain would be for us Districts. I found it interesting that most of their share of grain and corn was secretly put into use to make fresh moon shine. I think Haymitch should visit sometime.

District 5, the industrial city of power and electricity, was responsible for providing power to the entire nation. That is again only a half truth, sure some of the favored districts get this power, but most districts don't. Makes sense why District 12's lovely fence wasn't on line often. If anything, most power went to keep the Capitol's pretty buildings lit up and to make sure the Hunger Games broadcast without a hitch.

My visit to District 7 was a total turnaround from the ruined lands and air of District 8. Thick forest engulfed the train as we enter their cottages. Both men and woman were very muscular from using axes to cut lumber at very younger ages. I had seen ten year olds wield axes and they even seemed professional. Even though they had to work very hard to strive for the quota for lumber, they had found away to have fun in their lives. Often they would drink alcohol, dance and sing by the bonfire from the bad wood and have competitions of swinging axes at targets. Finnick was better at wielding an axe than me and got involved into the competition. In the end we both made some great friends.

It was a shock to step into District 6, the industry involved in transportation. From history we have learned they had been heavily bombed by the Capitol's Air Forces during the Second Rebellion. Morphling was soon after introduced to the district to accommodate and in hopes repress the pain of the wounded and dying. But this untested drug had the after effect of starting an epidemic of addicts. I can only presume, with everything that has happened to them; the loss of lives, hope of freedom, and the land now a wasteland and such a grim place, Morphling might now be a way to escape the pain of the past and future. But, not even that district frightened me as much as District 11.

Finnick strolled into the dinning cart and took a seat next to me. He kissed my temple and he said, "Good morning Honey."

I did a double take when my thoughts shift to his wording. I'm pretty sure my face was red from knowing his reference from last night wasn't a coincidence. I raised an eyebrow as I smiled, "Good morning. I take it you slept very well."

His wicked grin shone as he dove for a bagel and jam. Soon Simon came back the second time with Panama's muffin. I could see the steam rising off of it. The tea cup laid before her empty and Simon began to withdraw it when Panama exclaimed, "Don't take that from me yet. I want another cup of coffee." Again he apologized and existed to the kitchen to get the kettle of coffee. She muttered to herself, "What a thief."

Thief. My stomach plumaged at the word. I tried so hard not to think about District 11, but the sight was etched into my mind like many horrors in my life. When arriving into the prison of this district, the fence holding these people captivity was thirty feet high and topped with razor wire. And as for the bottom, the ground obtained metal plates to prevent anyone digging beneath. Around each tower, guards stood their post holding guns. I guess just encase one person miraculously poofed over to the other side they could nail them in one shot.

After giving my Victor's speech and I mentioned to the families that Noah and Tala were very brave to enter those woods and I was sorry for their loss. It was weird, no one seemed to care and everyone returned back to work. That's what they do. Work from sunrise to sunset in the fields and harvest from the trees. Maybe the joys and sadness was already drained out of them too.

I sighed at the thought of the unfortunately event I witness that day. How strict their punishment could stretch for this district.

After buying some fresh fruit, Finnick and I were walking back to the Victor's housing when a piercing scream echoed in the air. I don't know why, but I had taken off quickly to find the source of pain. Maybe I was reliving my life when that happened to Cole and Aria?

As I reached the square a young man was tied to a post. Sweat and blood dripped down his whole body while he struggled to not shake. My mouth dropped as the sound of the crack of the whip landed on his back.

In reaction, I was about to stop this absurdity, when a man shoved me into the wall. In fright I stared into his determined brown eyes and said in a hush tone, "Don't attempt to interfere. It will only make his punishment worse."

I nodded my head numbly and asked, "What did he do?"

His intense eyes soften a bit when he answered, "He stole food to feed his sick wife."

We turned our heads to the sight of another lashing and I said breathy, "How long will it go on?"

The man shrugged his shoulders and replied solemnly, "As long as they feel fit for his punishment."

Finnick stopped steadily at the horror and then his eyes scanned in fear around the crowd. The dark man loosened his grip on me and commanded, "Stop him before he does something rash too."

I nodded my head and quickly reach out to touch Finnick's arm. He jumped in surprise and then relief washed over his face. "We should leave."

I glance back to the poor man being beaten to death and somehow I couldn't move. Finnick grasped my hand to pull me away, but the roar of the punisher stopped us cold in our tracks. "Let this be a lesson to you all. Stealing is forbidden. Any to break this law will face this consequence." He then clasped his grip onto the head of the so called thief and throw his cold died body down the steps.

Finnick glanced down to me and replied, "We should go now."

"Wait," I said and grabbed my bag from Finnick.

He seemed clueless, but followed me to the building wall were the man had pinned me. Spotting him, I said, "Sir?"

He turned to us with curiousness in his eyes. "Yes?"

I whispered afraid somehow I be punished for some reason, "Where does his wife live?"

People were beginning to move back to their stations of work and he quickly replied, "Four houses to the fence. Number 23."

Finnick replied, "Thank you." The man nodded his head and left hastily.

I pivoted to Finnick, who was on his guard again. His sea green eyes cast down on me and he said, "You want to give her some food?"

I shook my head yes and replied, "I feel like it's the right thing to do."

Finnick tossed the bag over his shoulder and placed my hand in the crook of his arm. "I do too."

As we walked down the grassy path, I told Finnick, "I can't wait to get out of here. This place makes me uneasy."

Finnick still taking watch around us replied, "Same."

The ratty shacks became visible to view with a number branded on the door. For some reason my heart felt like it was in my throat with all the tension. Finally the housing number close to 23 was only four houses down. Relief that we would be there soon drifted through my body.

Bang. Bang. I froze in spot trying to let my brain catch up on what those noises meant. Finnick, on the other hand, was quickly thinking and pushed us in hiding behind a house. He placed his finger up to his lips indicating to be quiet.

He took attentive steps to peek around the corner of the house and instantly his shoulders slacked down like he was in shock at the sight. Curious as I was, I sneaked behind him to see two men walked out of a house carrying hand guns. And then two other men exited out the house carrying a dead woman on a stretcher.

I understood now on the safe train where I could think properly what had happen that day. They had killed the sick woman because she wasn't any use, just another mouth to feed.

"Willow?" I glanced up to the call of my name and saw Finnick's eyes flash concern at my spacing out. Placing his hand into mine, Panama announced, "You two should get ready for District 3. We should be arriving soon." She smiled over at us and left the compartment.

"She seemed to be in a better mood recently," I said looking over to Finn. "I better she's trying to butter me up, so I'll invite her to the baby shower."

Finnick laughed, "Oh, so we are having a baby shower now."

"Didn't you hear from Razziel? Apparently the talk around town is that I will be holding one and its very prestige picking as to who goes." I giggled at the news. I leaned against him and said drained, "Oh, Finn." He snuggled me closer into his arms and kissed the top of my head. We stayed there relaxing in the quiet until Razziel and Aksel collected me to get ready for my next appearance.