Author's Note: Ok, so. I'll be back home tomorrow. Thank you for all having the patience to put up with all the irregular updates. They'll become normal again I promise. So, without further ado, (heh, I like that word ado. A-DO. AHHH-DOOO. Heh, funny word is funny.) The chapter. :D

P.S. Remember about the contest and stuff.

-Love Blay

I'm in the Capitol Building again.

There is chaos all around me yet again.

I look around wildly for Dylan, but I don't see him.

I try calling out his name.

But nothing.

I try again.

I can't make my voice work.

I see him suddenly, then almost as if in slow motion I see the shooter.

He takes aim at Dylan.

I try to call out, to warn him.

But I still haven't regained the use of my voice.

He walks towards me, smiling. "I'm glad I found you. I was getting worried. Come on, let's go find your parents."

The rebel fires and I see the bullet fly through the air in slow motion, I try and move, I need to knock him out of the way. I need to save him.

Dylan takes another step towards me; I'm trying frantically to get to him, to shout, to move, to do anything.

I feel like crying.

I need to move.

I need to get to him.

And I can't.

Then, the bullet hits him and he crumples to the ground.

I finally regain the ability to move and I rush over to him.

He has his hand on his stomach and he takes it away to look at the wound.

His shirt has a circle blood that's only getting bigger.

"Help me Julie." He says.

I try and think what to do, but my mind has gone completely blank. I can't remember anything.

"Julie. I'm dying. You have to help me." Dylan says again.

I want to help him. I know I have to.

But I don't know how to.

He raises his hand to me and I want so desperately to take it. To hold it and tell him that everything will be ok.

His hand is just hovering, waiting on my to take it.

But I still can't move.

"Come on Juliet. You can save me. If you really love me you'll save me." He says.

I still can't move.

I still can't speak.

Of course I love him.

Of course I want to save him.

My body won't allow it though.

I'm trapped.

I can see the light fading from his eyes.

"I guess you were lying to me. I guess that's why you kissed Aspen. Because you love him and not me."

I want to scream, I didn't kiss him! He kissed me! I love you! Not him! Please stay with me Dylan!

Of course that doesn't happen.

"I knew it." He says. "I knew all along that it was to good to be true. Goodbye Julie." He says and then his eyes close.

I try and speak.

"Dylan." I say, touching his arm.

I've regained my sense to late.

He's gone.

I wake up and look around the room for Dylan, for the rebel. But now.

I'm in the hospital.

I suddenly feel very claustrophobic.

I need to get out.

This room is suffocating me.

I yank the sweat-drenched sheets from my body and run out of the room.

I just keep on running. I don't care who sees me. I just have to get out. I have to keep running.

I turn down one corridor, than another and another, until I'm completely and utterly lost.

How appropriate.

I slow down and try to get a better baring of my surroundings.

I wonder around aimlessly for a bit before I see a set of stairs and a sign that says, 'Roof".

Good.

I need to get out of this place.

I need to be under the sky.

I climb the stairs quickly and open the door.

I'm hit with a gust of wind so strong that it almost knocks me over.

I walk out of the doorway and look around me.

The roof isn't anything special, but being under the stars helps a little.

I walk towards the ledge and look down.

I must be at least 30 stories up.

300 feet.

Good thing I'm not afraid of heights.

I can see cars, tiny as ants passing on the bust streets below.

I close my eyes and feel the wind on my face.

I've heard that people used to jump off of high places for fun, typically with a parachute or a body of water underneath them.

I wonder what's so special about it.

I open my eyes and look down, a shiver going down my spin.

I climb onto the ledge, the wind making me kneel over a bit.

I look down now and I feel my heart rate pick up, I feel a throbbing in my ears and my palms start to sweat.

I see why people do it.

Although my heart is racing and my palms are sweating, I feel invigorated.

I wonder what would happen if I jumped off.

I would probably die.

Jumping over 300 feet onto the concrete below.

Suddenly, death doesn't seem so scary.

It actually seems kind of inventing.

Like it's calling my name.

Inviting me to jump off this ledge and join it.

It tells me that all my pain would go away.

All the guilt would just disappear.

It tells me that things aren't going to get better. That they're only going to get worse, so why now join him while I have a choice in the matter.

Death is calling my like an old friend.

It's telling me that if I jump. Everything will be ok.

The hole in my chest will disappear.

It tells me that I'll get a chance to meet all the people he's already taken.

Prim.

Rue.

My grandfather.

Everyone else that died for my mother.

Death is telling me that I have a chance to meet them, to thank them for all they did.

Death says it would be quick. It wouldn't hurt.

It would be like an adventure.

I open my eyes and look down again.

I take a deep breath.

Then take one foot and place it over the edge.