Thank you guys so much for the comments. I now I have been missing a lot lately, but I have up to chapter 25 written and almost all the story planned, so don't worry. Some have asked for a different point of view. I've been thinking about it, specially in the part during the Third Quarter Quell, but at the same time I want everyone to get to known Ophelia and how she thinks, her doubts and insecurities. (Saying so I AM tempted to write that scene where Haymitch introduce the other victors, I know is from the movies, but is perfect.) And about if she is going to change the plot... well you guys have been inside her mind for more than 70 pages, what do you think?

I don't remember they announcing me as a victor. I don't remember they taking away Aurelius body. I don't remember how I got into the hovercraft.

All of it is no more than a blur. My consciousness coming and going during the whole time.

I remember however waking up in the medical bay. A strap holding me to the bed and not allowing to stand up. Rationally I could see that this was to protect me to getting hurt by accident, worsening my injuries and/or attacking someone that works here. I would not be the first Victor to do this and I doubt I would be the last. But the other side of my mind, the bigger one, the one with instincts that kept me alive in that arena, told me that this is dangerous, they are restraining me so that they could hurt me even more, so I need to get out need to run.

Maybe this was due to the fact that I had just gotten out of the Games and this is going away as soon as I calm down a little bit. Or maybe is because every part of me knows that the same people that are treating me right now are the ones that throw me away in there and I can feel that this is not safe. I don't feel safe. I doubt I ever will again.

My eyes go to the door as it opens. Nyx walks in. Not even sparing a glance in my direction as she goes to the small wardrobe in the room. I haven't notice it at first. All this room is so white it gives me goosebumps. Some people think white means peace and purity and all other types of meaning, this white however is cold, sterile and intimidating, as if they could see every move, you made regardless how small it was. It was unsettled.

And in the middle of the room that is Nyx. My rude stylist all dressed in black like a splash of paint in a blank canvas. She was not be my favorite person regardless of the motivational talk, we did not share the same bond as Katniss and Cinna will. But at this moment I was really happy that she was the first person I saw. She would not sugar coat anything, give me pity looks or even congratulate me for my victory.

No, by the way she scanned me when she finally acknowledges my presence, she was more likely to be thinking about how she would need to change the size of my dress thanks to the weight I have lost and this is going to be a drag.

"Two sizes, maybe three down, I will need to add at least four more layers to fix that. This is going to take a whole night. And even so will not be perfect. Everyone is going to pay attention to my work and I can see they would think they could do better because of this. Tigris is going to nag at me the whole time." Yes, spot on.

"What is going to happen now?" I don't have energy to put up my mask. It has been too much and Nyx would not care that I didn't spent time in greetings, but I cannot let myself be completely, only a fool would believe there are no cameras in this room, especially if all the victors spent time here. Hopefully I am passing as a scared and tired twelve-year-old. Not far away from the truth.

"You were in a good shape, only some bruises and one or two broken ribs. The doctors fixed you quickly. And they also remove all of your scars so you can make my dresses look the best. Anyway, tomorrow you are going to leave here, I would put you in your arena's clothes, and you will meet your mentors, some journalists and paparazzi may be there. After this we need to prepare you for your interview with Ceaser where he will make a recapitulation of the Games and finally president Snow is going to crown you victor. All of this in less than 3 days. I am going to work overnight."

I guess good shape is a matter of opinion and comparison. Broken ribs seemed awful, even worse than it would have been in the Before, in 10 have some bones broken mean hunger or a permanent injury, unless your family can provide for you, what is not true to most of the people. I guess I am rich now, so this is no longer an issue, but years living in these systems almost associate this with hardships. However, compared to the previous victors I am ok. Nothing that will be abiding or holding me up forever. This is good. I may need to go back there in nine years. A shiver run down my spine in the thought. Too early. It is too early to think about it. I need to fight one battle at a time. Specially because I can still feel Aurelius' eyes staring me behind my head.

No.

One at a time. I will cross that bridge when I get home. Once I am out of this snake den. Now I need to focus.

I screamed back in the arena. I don't know how the public will react to this. I don't know how Snow is going to react to this.

I will need to convince everyone that I am as innocent as I look and that what happen in the arena was nothing, that I was happy and excited. That I had loved the Games. Or else...

I let out a snort. In the before I was prideful, I knew how the world worked, but I had a good enough position to allow me to not bent myself to everyone wishes. And I judge those who had. Look at me now. I would kiss Snow's shoes if it means that my loved ones are safe. I guess things are different when they are involved.

"I will have another interview with Ceaser?" I made sure my eyes are bigger than normal. "And he would make a review of the Games? That is going to be so embarrassing!"

"Huh? Don't worry about it. Your Games had a great repercussion. Everyone loves an underdog. The ones that may be angry are the ones that lost their bets, even President Snow seemed pleased with the results."

Good. This is good news. In general, I would say that is better to be away from the things Snow likes, but when it comes to you… is better to be in his good side. If he likes me that mean they must be safe. For now, at least. Until he comes to me with that propose. I know he will, there isn't a lot of female victors, not when compared to male. But I am twelve. This will only start when I am sixteen and can give consent, after all everyone will notice if a child starts to going out with men the same age as my father, but when is a teenager they will say girls mature faster.

That will not mean much for my district. Sleeping before marriage is frown upon, sleeping with men from the Capitol is even worst. They will gossip in the streets, call me a whore and worst. They are not going to be wrong. I will need to tell my family. I can handle the looks from the baker, my teachers and even from the mayor, but not from my family. They will need to know why I am doing this.

Stop.

One at a time. I still have four years. A lot of things can happen during this time frame.