Guys… I decided I'm going to do a quote from the hunger games trilogy on each chapter now, because I love it so much. Thanks to all the reviews, I can't believe I have 100! Thank you so much! I hope you like the chapter, I was kinda stuck onto what to add into it… I need some action, some drama to make it interesting! If anyone has any ideas I'm open to suggestions! Read and Review, lovelies!

I do not own the hunger games… this amazing series belongs to Suzanne Collins, not me… unfortunately.

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"At a few minutes before four, Peeta turns to me again. "Your favorite colour . . . it's green?"

"That's right." Then I think of something to add. "And yours is orange."

"Orange?" He seems unconvinced.

"Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset," I say. "At least, that's what you told me once."

"Oh." He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. "Thank you."

But more words tumble out. "You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces."

Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry."

"Hello there, my Gemma, How have you been?" I sit across from President Snow in his office as he talks. "Not going to try to kill ourselves this year, are we?" Now I could say something really rude about how I'd love to kill him; but I don't. Instead I just mumble a no. "Speak up." He says with an evil grin.

I narrow my eyes, "No. And I'm not your Gemma. I'll never be your Gemma. I'm Finn's Gemma."

He finds this amusing, "Sure. How's district 4?"

"You should know; you were there on Johanna's victory tour." I say through gritted teeth.

He smirks, "That I was. Now I'm guessing you would like to know why?" I nod. "Well, I always visit my new victors. I just had to give her a warning, is all."

"A warning? About what?" Oh how I love prying around in other people business.

"I may be a lot of things, but I am not a liar, correct?" I nod. "So I'm not going to lie to you. She was talking about some rebellion while she was in district 5, so I had to pay her a little visit to tell her she was going to have a special surprise waiting for her at home, much like yours." Oh no. I shudder. He notices, of course. "Having a flashback, Ms Stone?" His grin is wicked.

I stare at the wall, reliving the moment. My eyes are glazing over as I see my mom's head in the box. I start to shake, and suddenly I'm on the floor clutching my already bruised face. "What the hell?" I say when the pain starts shooting through my face.

"Snap out of it. I'm talking to you,." He says with his hand still raised.

I slowly get up and sit back in my chair, not taking my eyes off him while I ignore the fact that he just slapped my already bruised face. "A rebellion, huh?"

He narrows his eyes "Don't even think about getting any ideas; you do realize I can make your life much, much worse, correct?" My eyes widen and I gulp. "Exactly." He says.

"Why'd you want to see me anyways?" I ask him, trying to change the subject.

"I'm not allowed to have a chat with one of my favorite victors?" He says, looking innocent.

I snort, "I'm one of your favorite victors? That's why all the peacekeepers beat me and you sell me to men old enough to be my dad? All the while threatening to kill anyone I love if I don't do what you say? I'm feeling the love, sir." I say sarcastically.

I was being serious, but obviously he didn't know this, because he's laughing his head off. "Oh Gemma, you're such a funny girl. I can see how the men want you." I accidently let a growl rip from my throat, he raises his eyebrows. "What? It's true. But seriously, I just wanted to talk. How is young Carter doing?"

I snort, "Like you don't know that we don't talk any more. I'm not stupid Snow; you're probably watching my every move back home." I can't believe I'm talking to him like this; actually, I can't believe he's putting up with me talking to him like this.

He smiles, "That's true. I know everything there is to know about you. Anyways, you have a few appointments later today, so I was wondering if you'd like something to keep you going?"

Dammit, not the drugs again. We've been here for one night, and he's already putting me on this stuff? Oh my god.

Last night was the opening ceremonies, Annie looked lovely. She was dressed as a mermaid. I can tell she's terrified though. I know I'm supposed to be mentoring my tributes from one, but Es said she can handle it, so I'm helping Annie. Right now the tributes are in their first morning of training.

"Nah, it's okay." I tell him.

"I wasn't really asking you, Ms Stone."

I roll my eyes, "I think I can handle it, thanks."

"We'll see. Get out." And with that, a peacekeeper comes and shoves me out the door. I stumble down the hallway of his mansion and make my way outside and into a car that'll bring me back to the training center.

I get there and set off down the hall in search of something to do. Halfway down, right outside a storage closet I hear a whimper. "Hello?" I say to no one. The whimpering stops suddenly. It's coming from the closet.

I slowly creep the door open a crack, "Who's there?" I whisper.

"Get out." A girls broken voice says.

I look around until I finally see her. Johanna Mason, curled up in a ball in the corner of a room. The girl that killed almost everyone in her games is so vulnerable right now, curled up in that corner.

"Johanna? What happen to you?" I bend down to her.

She turns to face me, blood streaming from wounds in her head, and she screams right in my face, "GET OUT!"

"No. Who did this to you?" I say, letting my motherly role come out. She gives up on the screaming anger and settles back down in her corner, silently sobbing. Her body shakes. "He sold you didn't he?" I whisper.

She turns around again, and I look at that tear streaked face. All I see is pain and depression. She slowly nods her head, "He killed them… he killed my parents. He said if I don't do what he wants he'd kill my brother and sister." Her voice breaks half way through.

I sit down next to her and take her in my arms, as Finnick does to me a lot. She seems so young right now, it's breaking my heart. "Did you do it already?" I ask her in a very hushed voice.

She nods, and I squeeze my eyes shut, remembering my first forced time. "I'm so sorry, it gets better, I promise." I whisper over and over to her.

She looks up at me with such wide, sad eyes that I start to cry, "Y-you do it too?"

I give her the saddest smile and nod, "Me and Finnick both. I'm going to talk to Snow, I need to do something for you."

"No!" She's suddenly angry, "You can't!"

"Trust me, Johanna. President Snow doesn't… hate me, I don't think… I can help."

"No, Gemma, please! I can handle it; please don't!" She's begging me, gripping my hand in both of hers. How can I say no?

"Fine… but if you get hurt, then I'm going straight to him." She just nods, and I help her up out of the darkness. We walk out of the door and tip toe down the hall way, as if someones going to pop out and attack us at any moment.

I spoke to soon. Out of no where, Finnick appears, of course. "Hi, love." He says, wrapping his arms around my waste and pulling me to him to kiss my forehead. He mustn't see Johanna there.

"Hey you. You've met Johanna, right?" He looks over at her, taking in her puffy red face and then back at me. I give him warning eyes and shake my head ever so slightly.

"Yes, of course… Hey, Jo?"

"Hi… Finnick. I'm going. Have a good time with your girl." Then she's gone and in the elevator. I swear I can hear her cries as it's going up though.

"What happen to her?" He asks.

"Snow's doing the same thing to her as he's doing to us… he killed her parents. And to top it off, my best friend Coriolanus wants me to take some drugs to get me that extra boost for all of my appointments tonight."

He grits his jaw and I see tears swimming in his eyes. "No, Gem you can't."

"I don't have a choice, Finn." I say, placing my forehead on his chest. "I'm going to convince them to get Annie some sponsors."

He squeezes me tight, "I love you so much… be safe. Come see me after, will you? I'll help you." I nod and get out of our embrace, rushing off to the elevator, leaving him in the hall.

…

I forgot how badly those bastards hurt me. My body has successfully been injury free, besides from my purple face, until today.

I run up and down district fours floor, trying to burn off some steam before I go to Finnick rooms, only to end up falling to the floor in pain. I'm pretty sure a few of my fingers and ribs are broken from being thrown around, and I also have cuts, scratches, and bruises all over my back and chest. My body looks delightful with new injuries over old scars.

I'm finding it very hard to breathe, lying here on the floor. I can feel the rib sticking into me on the inside, and it hurts to take a breath. I want to just shut my eyes and sleep to get away from the pain, but I am wide awake, kind of hyper. I feel like I could run a marathon, but then my bones snap and twist and hurt and I collapse, so I don't even bother to try.

I roll over onto my back with a groan, and just lie there in the middle of the hall way. I was just given three shots of the drugs; it's going to take such a long time for them to wear off. I was forced to see man after man; some young, some old, some fat, some skinny. They just rented a hotel room for me, and they lined up outside my door. How sick and twisted is that?

I don't even want to think about how many I went through tonight. Unforunetly I now understand why Snow wanted me to take the shots; I need them. I would have passed out after 5 or 6 men, and who knows what could have happened to me then. I actually asked the avox for the third shot.

I feel so dirty, so ashamed of myself. I want to get up and go wash off my skin, to be a different person, but I know I can't. For one it's not possible, and two I don't want to move because it hurts to bad.

I close my eyes, and for a second I think I'm asleep. But then I feel an ache in my side so I open them again. And who's looking down at me? Haymitch Abernathy.

"Where the hell did you come from?" I mumble, not moving.

"I'm getting Finnick." Is all he says before storming off to his room. A second later they are both back.

"Hey Finn." I say cheerily.

"Oh dear god Gemma, what happened?"

"A few broken bones, I'm fine." I say while trying to sit up, which only results in me groaning and falling back down.

He gently picks me up, and I smush into him; it hurts but I don't care, just because it's Finnick.

He walks me down to his room and lays me on the bed. "Haymitch! Get me a drink!" I scream.

He smirks, and walks over to the cabinet where Finnick keeps his liquor. I hear them mumbling something back and forth, and then they both come over, carrying the drink. Haymitch hands it to me and I chug it. He laughs then, and Finnick gives me a sad look.

I'm about to demand why they are doing that, but I can't find my voice. Suddenly my eyelids get heavy, and Finnick bends down and kisses each one before sliding them close with his fingers. The last thing I hear before I give into the darkness is Haymitch's voice whispering in my ear…

"Sleep tight, sweetheart."