I look at Finnick on the floor, his tears are falling as he is sound asleep, I hope he is not dreaming. I take the bottle from his side and move it so I can sit in the space in his arms. The were not moving and I felt his skin on my finger tips. Even in his grasp, we are tainted. I look at my palm and see the faint outline of the rose, letting out a soft sigh. We are nothing but whores and Snow knows that... He knows that we own nothing, even the safety of our families. Our families should never have been here, I could've lived with being used everyday if it meant no one else got hurt but things are so different now... I wish I could properly understand how I became use to the fact of being hurt by strangers but it sort of just melted into me. My only fear is becoming just as broken as Finnick when Prim and Peeta die.

I look into Finn's sleeping face and let my thought go so I could get some sleep. I shut my eyes trying not to think of where Prim is right now or weather she is crying or not. I try to sleep without any dream.

I wake up to Finnick sitting against the wall with his hand over his face, "Finn?"

"Hungover." He doesn't even look up, he just examined his hand as if there was something covering his skin. I could read him perfectly. He wishes it was a dream.

I get up, back aching, into the living room, Flavius cuts me off by handing me a note, and I read it to myself: Main Hall, Auction. 12 on the dot. -S

I let out a sigh and go back in the room to grab Finnick, "Come on, we have to get ready."

"Ok love." he says hollowly while following me with the help of my hand. We walk into the prep area and Octavia begins to paint and dress me. I look over to see Flavius trying to talk to Finnick but I hear him mumble things like, "I don't need your pity."

"Ok all done!" Octavia smiles and I see I am transformed into a shimmering black mini dress, it looked emotionless yet full of rage.

"Lovely," I smile back. I look and see Finnick in a sparkling vintage tux, I smile at him. He looks up and smiles,

"Oh she is right, you're lovely," he sighs. We go to exit the room and just as we were about to exit I hear a chink and glance to see Finnick is taking some alcohol for the ride. He looks at me while walking to the elevator, "You understand right?"

I nod knowing it isn't his fault plus... I will end up drinking some later on. I know I will need to fix it once my life goes into hell again but for now, it is not too bad. We near the auction stage and har our names with various prices, Finnick takes a swig of the drink as we stood looking out toward the crowd. Suddenly, all the voices were cut off my an icy voice,

"This auction is canceled tonight..." Snow looks us in the eyes and smiles, "I wish to spend some proper time with my property." Everyone accepts this and leaves quietly, we walk toward Snow somewhat reluctant and don't even try to put up an attractive act,

"Why hello," he grunts arrogantly, "sir." I just nod and he smiles back leading us to a hallway.

"How did you like last nights show?"

I can hear Finnick take a small sip from the glass bottle again before he spoke, I interupt him from talking because I know he is going to give some sarcastic answer, "Awful." He glances at Finnick with a smirk as we near a door.

"I wanted to hear Mr. Odair say it.."

"It was bloody awful." he jabs coldly. We enter the room, knowing it will be locked and try not to put in emotion, it no longer matters about our skin. It is our loved ones we worry about. He whistles us to sit near the couch but this time, Finnick sits next to me.

"What would you like, sir" he says, not looking at either of us in the eyes and staring at the bottle he left across the room.

He turns on the Games, "Miss Everdeen, Wall. Odair... Just sit there." I swallow hard as Finnick stares at me walking away, I slip off the dress and position myself on the wall as he pulls out his little blade, "Entertain me," he yawns.

I glance toward Finnick then the floor as I feel knife start to draw on my back, it strings and I let out muffled cries. I can hear Finnick crying as he tries to shut it out. I hear Prim crying in the background and my pain is blurred out by her voice, "Prim? Prim! Prim!" Finnick looks toward the tv and covers his mouth with watery eyes,

"Katniss don't look." Her cries grew louder but I couldn't see the screen from the wall,

"Prim! Let go I need Prim!" I feel a harsh throw and I am dropped infront of the screen to see a bloody and dying Prim, the girl from 2, Cato's sister, threw knives into her and left her for dead she was crying and Peeta was no where to be seen. Snow is telling me to look and I do, full of tears and hurt I can't help her and I promised I would.

I feel the knife begin to carve in me again as he violates me, it all hurts. My body, my mind, my soul- it hurts. I keep calling out Prim and see her dying on the screen ignoring the pain of Snow inside me and the knife along my back, "Prim...Prim... Prim..No.." I begin to cry hysterically. I can feel my skin sting as the screen is blurred by my crying eyes. A boy appears out of the brush, it was Gale.

"Prim..." he says.

"Watch out for the knife girl.."

"Where's Peeta?" She looks toward the left and she begins to cry, "Don't leave me here..."

Gale gets up and walks toward the left, "You're already dead."

"Gale please! I'm just hurt! Please help Gale please!" He keeps walking then silently shoots an arrow into her heart. Mine has stopped.

He just killed Prim. I begin to cry out her name louder seeing Gale run away as she slips from life, she had no chance. She couldn't even fight back and he killed her... And he is... He is finding Peeta... "I'm going to fucking kill this son of a bitch," I choke out in an acidic cry. Snow drops me on the floor, as if my emotional pain is enough for him. He watches me cry as I stare at the screen. I can feel my skin sting and it is hard to move but all I can think of is Prim and Peeta... I feel so broken this image of her skin being broken has split my soul, "Oh Prim..." I crawl toward the bottle of wine and take a long sip. It hurts to breathe in, the liquid fills my throat and it hurts to drink but I still do anyways.

Then suddenly, I feel the grasp of it disconnect from my hand and Finnick is crying with it in his, putting it on the floor away from me, "We're better than... This."

I shiver and try to form words, "No.. We aren't."

He bites his lip and all I can think and speak of in my painful, venerable state is Prim's name. I shake as the blood from my back begins to drip onto the floor in my view, I think of Prim's blood and I cry louder. Finnick begins to cry mumbling something and Annie's name and he falls next to me. We are by all means... Broken and the President is silent so we know he is enjoying every second of this. Prim... I'm so sorry... I wish it was me...

He laughs in the background and paces out the door, "Marvelous."

I feel somewhat bad that I have a set ending for this story but it seems so far away with the current path I have taken... I don't know how many of you will still be around when it finally ends. Honestly, like I hate that some of you want it to end so suddenly but I have things that I want to happen before it ends... It just hurts me to know there are so many chapters and there will be so many more (I really hate that this story has so many chapters but I like the story ugh can't win I'm sorry) but I'm not cutting it short so if you dislike such a long story, I'm sorry.