Katniss POV

Screech. I open my eyes lazily and the light blinds me, so I quickly shut them again. I feel like I am soaring through the air, but am slowly coming to a stop. Screech. I open my eyes a second time, squinting to let them adjust to the brightness. I open them all the way just as the soaring feeling stops. I am lying down on a bed in a room that looks like the one on the train to the Capitol. A door opens and the redheaded avox that served me before the Games enters. She walks over to me and hands me a letter before exiting through the same door she came through. I sit up and lean against the headboard before opening the envelope. I unfold the letter with trembling hands, and I immediately recognize the shaky, slanting handwriting as Haymitch's. The letter says:

I know that you are probably mad at me, but right now, as you have noticed, you are on a train. It is not to the Capitol, but to District Two. Your mother, Gale, and I all agree that it is best for you not to be at home in District Twelve for it has been worsening your depression. I know that you will be angry at us, but it is for the better. You will be staying with Cato Stone and his family in the Victor's Village. They will meet you at the train station when you arrive. While you were passed out, your mother and Prim packed your belongings and you will find them on the train with you. I also fastened the necklace Peeta gave you around your neck so that you will have it with you while you are in District Two. Again, I am sorry, but I think that you will be able to relax there.

- Haymitch Abernathy

I slam the letter down on the bed and swiftly throw off the covers and stand up. I am still in the same clothes I was wearing when I passed out, so I immediately leave the room. I look down the hallway and head towards the direction that looks like where the dining hall is. I am right because the hallway widens into a room containing one long mahogany table and chairs surrounding it. Sitting in one of the chairs is none other than Effie Trinket. She must sense my presence because she turns around with a dazzling smile on her makeup plastered face. "Hello sweetie," she says cheerfully. I glare at her before I notice her hair. It is a strange gold color that has been made to look metallically, and must be at least a foot high. I look back down at her face and carefully examine her makeup. I frown at her eyelashes that have minuscule gold mockingjays on the tips of them. Her lipstick is also gold with sparkles coating her upper and bottom lips. Effie's smile falters just a little bit before she rebounds and smiles as wide as she can. "What do you think? The new styles in the Capitol are based off of your mockingjay pin. I heard that even Plutarch Heavensbee, the new head Gamemaker, has a gold watch with a mockingjay on it, but those are only rumors." I nod and almost smile a tiny bit at Effie's rambling, which she has a talent for. "If you want you can eat breakfast, but we have arrived in District Two so you can always wait until you get to the Stone's house." I nod, but when I look at the food all I want to do is throw up. I don't know why but since my confinement I haven't felt like eating anything. I push away my plate and look up at Effie shaking my head vigorously. "You don't want to eat? Okay then, I will have someone gather your luggage and be sure they bring it to the Stone's house. You can go right through that door, and if you remember, leave the train through the door third to the right. I follow her directions, and sure enough when I exit the third door on the right, hot, humid air hits me. I step out onto the train station's platform and look around. District Two is breathtakingly beautiful. Unlike District Twelve, every single object isn't covered in mountains of coal dust. Instead everything is perfect and pristine. As I take a few steps forward, my shoes click on the cobblestone-covered pathway that leads to a dirt path, which seems to go into town or something. I don't really remember what Cato's parents look like, so as I look both ways down the crowded cobblestone path, I feel lost and start to panic.

My breathing becomes normal as a strict looking woman with her hair up in a tight bun comes up to me. "Katniss Everdeen?" she asks cautiously, pursing her lips. I nod and I can hear her sigh. She extends her hand for me to shake as she says, "Hello, I am Cato's mother, Janet, but you can call me Mrs. Stone." I shake her hand and quickly bring mine back down to my side. "Cato is training right now and Mr. Stone is working, so I am the only one able to pick you up." I thought Cato had a brother, Cormack I think his name is. She starts walking down the dirt pathway, so I follow her. "Our family has a daily routine here in District Two, so you better become used to it. Mr. Stone works, I stay home and clean around the house, Cato trains to stay in shape, and Cormack, Cato's brother, usually goes with him too. I don't know where he is today though..." her voice trails off and she looks at the ground, but she continues, "If you want, Cato can give you a tour later. Of course it will only be of the main town and a few sights around it. How big is District Twelve?"

I bring my gaze up from the pathway and look at Mrs. Stone. "It's small," I say quietly, talking for the first time today. She nods and we continue walking in silence for a few minutes. When we reach four different paths off of the one we are on now, Mrs. Stone turns onto the one furthest on the right. I try to remember this if I ever need to make an escape. We turn another right after that one before making a left.

"This leads directly to the Victor's Village," she says as the path opens up to a gigantic circle with roads leading off of it to other houses and who knows what else. "Our house is the one four houses down from this path, and if you don't remember it that way, remember that our house is number twenty-two." I nod in astonishment. This Victor's Village actually has all of the houses filled, unlike District Twelve's where only two are. We enter the house labeled twenty-two and I am immediately reminded of home. It is an exact copy of the house that I live in in the Victor's Village in District Twelve. "Well here we are, home sweet home," Mrs. Stone says with a smile on her face. "Feel free to make yourself comfortable." She walks into the kitchen, but instead of following her I walk up stairs. Does this feel like home to you Katniss? I shake my head and Snow continues talking. I hope you know that you can't get rid of me. I will always be in your head talking to you. A chill runs down my spine and I get goosebumps, but I shake it off. I go into the door that is where my room is back in District Twelve, but I think that it is Cato's room. Across from the door there is a single window that is open that faces a concrete building. Just like my room there is a bed, desk, and closet, but unlike mine the closet is empty and the desk is covered in paper and pens. Two suitcases lay on the floor of the closet, open and messily stuffed with clothes. Why doesn't he just use the closet? I walk away from the closet and towards the desk. I can't even see the surface of it because there are piles of paper covered in writing concealing it. I furrow my brow in concentration while I try to make out what they say. One catches my attention when I see my name written in big handwriting across the top of it. Underneath my name there are bullet points. It looks like an unfinished list because only a few of the bullet points have writing next to them. The first one says: attempted suicide. The next one says: Put on Candrat, why? The third one reads: tortured in confinement, because of me talking to her about Candrat? The fourth one says: Returns home, but hears Snow's voice in her head, I don't. There aren't any more after that.

I look up, sensing someone else in the room. I quickly turn around, still holding onto the note with my right hand. "What are you doing here?" Cato growls menacingly. My eyes widen, but I don't say anything back. "Why are you in my house, let alone my room?"

I start to tremble, and when I answer Cato my voice quivers, "I woke up and I was on a train coming here. I didn't know about any of this, but Haymitch wrote me a letter telling me why and where I was going. Your mother met me at the station and brought me back to your house and told me that I was going to be staying here."

"In my room?" Cato asks raising an eyebrow. I blush and shake my head. "What's that you've got in your hand?" Cato asks remaining hostile.

"Haymitch's letter," I lie.

Cato squints his eyes at me in disbelief and extends his hand for me to give him the letter. I am so intimidated by him,that I hand the not over to him. He furrows his eyebrows and looks up at me. "Get out," he says pointing to the door next to him. I walk with my head down, not even daring to look at him. After I exit the room, he slams the door shut and I can hear it lock too. I walk down the hall to the room where Prim sleeps at home, but it is locked. It must be Cormack's. I walk to the door next to his and open it. Inside, there is a bed, desk, and closet. On the bed is my single suitcase containing all of my belongings including my father's hunting jacket and my hunting boots. I hear a door open and feet running down the stairs. "What the hell mom? Why is she here? You could have at least told me and maybe I wouldn't be so angry," I recognize the yelling voice as Cato's.

"I'm sorry, but you were to busy at the training center to care. She is here because Haymitch Abernathy said that being away from her home would help her relax, and I agree with him," Mrs. Stone yells equally as loud back. I try to block out their fight as I begin to put away my clothes in the closet.

There is a knock on the door and I go and open it. Standing in front of me is a boy I recognize as Cormack. He gives me tiny smile before saying, "don't worry, you will get used to it. Cato and my mother's fights don't even compare to the fights Cato has with my father." I smile a little bit back before letting him enter my new room. "Do you need help unpacking?" he asks politely, eyeing my open suitcase. I nod, wondering how Cato could even be related to this boy. After Cormack leaves I collapse onto the bed and close my eyes. The bickering had stopped and the house seems so quiet now. I drift off to sleep listening to the chirping of the birds.

I am sorry that I haven't posted in so long, but my boyfriend was admitted into the hospital. I will try to post as soon as I can. I like writing Katniss and Cato together and I have plans for what they will do. I hope you enjoyed and please review.

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