BOOM!

I wake up with a start. My tiny cavern trembles. Or is it me shaking? It's both. I look around hurriedly. What happened? A cannon, I think. But it felt more than that. I swallow hard and hug myself. Someone is dead or something is happening. Maybe both.

I close my eyes as I try to block out the noise. They won't be quiet. Why won't they go away? I never killed them! The beasts killed them. I'm not strong enough to take a life; I could just about manage to kill a snake.

I scratch at my loose and wild hair, digging my nails into my scalp.

"It's not real,' I repeat to myself shakily. "It's not real."

My body starts trembling more, my breathing becoming raspier. I can't breathe. I try, but air just won't enter my lungs. My head tingles, my fingers tingle. I dig my nails deeper into my scalp, trying to relieve the sensation in my head.

My head jolts up as I hear beeping. I scramble for the flashlight and direct it to the noise. It's a silver parachute, sprouting from the root of the tree above me. I lean up, my legs aching, and grab the cold metal barrel. I sit back down against the rocky cave and open it. I shine the light inside.

I can't help but smile. I must look ridiculous right now. The grin spreads from ear to ear as I take the little bowl of sugar cubes out. The happiness building inside me is intense, so intense I feel tears welling up in my eyes.

"You idiot," I say, wiping the tears from my eyes as I search for the cameras. "You could've saved the money in case I needed it later on."

He's watching me. He's thinking of me. He's trying to make things better. I'll win it, Finnick. Because of you, I now have the strength the carry on. It will be me and one other tribute and I will kill them. I know I can now. I'm not alone.

I take one of the little white cubes and pop it in my mouth, closing my eyes. My taste buds are instantly revitalised from the intense sweetness of the sugar cube. I smile like an idiot again, savouring the deliciousness of the cube. I lean my head back against the rock and look up. His lips. All I can think of is his lips. And his touch; how he held me in place gently but passionately. It takes probably about 30 minutes until every last molecule has dissolved into my system.

I look into the bowl and take another, and another, and another, until they are all gone. So much time has passed. I am lost in my own world of fantasising about him, about our first kiss and all of the amazing ones to come. I stare into the empty bowl. I am so happy right now, I cry. I don't think I've ever cried so much in such a short space of time. I stare up and sob, probably extremely dramatically. I must look crazy, weeping and wailing over some stupid sugar cubes. But it's not stupid; not to me.

Eventually after hours of crying and sobbing, I have some food. I warm up the rest of the tin of soup and devour half of the loaf of bread I had left. It's a little stale, but it is food. My fire is running out of gas, so I turn it off after I've finished with it. I don't know how long I am going to be here for and there could be a time when I need it.

So now I sit in complete darkness. My head throbs and my eyes sting from all of my crying. I lay down on the rock, using my backpack as a pillow, and curl up into a tight ball. I should be okay for now. I can't hear anything that sounds suspicious and if anything does happen, they won't find me hiding in here. The beasts are too large to fit in this tiny crevice.

As I start to close my eyes, I feel something. It's like the ground is shaking, but it isn't. It feels distant but close. Maybe it was a cannon but I just didn't hear it. I swallow hard. You'll be fine, Annie. You'll be fine.