A/N: This will be finished. Thank you to those who keep following from the beginning, and thanks to those who just found us! Keep on following this story, there are quite a few twists and turns to keep up with :) Again, thank you so so much! Now, a much anticipated chapter below:

I scampered slowly to my branch, heaving breaths. My back on the trunk, I whimpered as I pulled my leg onto the full length of the branch, my heel and calf burning. My hands shaking, I rolled up my pant slowly, then stopped as a pang of pain hit me. I yelped. My hand shook as I saw the fresh blood on my fingers. I looked down and saw the severity of the wound. I started to pant pantingly, tears burning my eyes.

Turning my leg over, I saw the ripped khaki pant leg drenched in blood and dirt, and parts of my skin were already handing off. Running from the middle of the back of my thigh to the middle of the back of my ankle, getting up to the tree was a challenge, but necessary. I reach steadily with a quivering hand to remove some dirt on the wound with the sleeve of my jacket, but am pulled back when the slightest touch to the wound makes me lose feeling in my entire leg. I bite my lip harshly, holding in a scream. Curse Anko for trying to sharpen and curve his knife in the fire before my escape.

I look behind me, grabbing my backpack, and take out the jug of water I had filled with the careers. Full, thankfully. I unscrewed the top and brought it over to my leg, praying for relief. It was torture.

The cool water rand down the sides of my calf, and I had to pat gently on the leg to get water. I squeezed my eyes shut while I did this, moving my jacket sleeve to the feeling of gunky blood and moss. One I felt little of it, I opened my eyes and peered down. My face fell at the sight of the cut.

Jagged and uneven, the cut goes deep, light, then deep at the last point, on my ankle. I use the other side of my jacket sleeve to wipe away anything left of dry blood, and then stop, staring at the wound.

There was nothing I could do. Maybe pressure it with a cloth, but that was all. I couldn't clean it without infecting it by accident, I couldn't wait for it to close by morning so I could move on because it's just so deep. It was so hopeless.

In defeat, I bonked my head backwards, and the waterworks came.

Not hysterically crying, I cried silently, tears falling and holding in the noises and wailing from heavy crying.

I was an ugly cryer. I knew I was. I realized sponsors weren't going to help me when they saw me, the District One career who seemed so cool running away from the group of careers, President Snow's brave granddaughter, crying in a tree because of a cut on the leg. At least I walked over here, they probably think. They probably think I'm faking.

This fact makes me cry even more, and I bring my good leg up to my stomach, putting my head on my knee. I cried quietly this time, not really caring if another tribute heard me. Tears still running, I put my face in my hands and rested them on my knee, probably staining my face in blood. It didn't matter.

I was alone. I had no allies. No friends. Just five enemies, 2 boys who claim they are madly in love with me, a little girl whose life is still uncertain as of now, and myself in a tree. I'd already been wounded, and it hasn't been too long into the Games.

"I wanna go home," I blubbered quietly, and I was sure only a camera could pick up my voice, "I can't do this."

The tears stopped coming when I regained reality. Wiping my tears, I straightened my legs, zipped open my jacket and took off my first shirt, tearing off an inch of the golden tee bottom and then folding it neatly into my backpack. From the cloth, I ripped it in half, two strips now. Slowly, I wrapped the golden cloth around my pant, around my calf, first, then the other I used for around my ankle, the two parts still bleeding. A little relieved by the pressure, I grabbed my water jug and spill some over my bloody hands, trying to clean them. I close it again and stuff it into my backpack.

Exhausted, I lean back once more, sweat falling down around my swollen eyes.

A beeping noise scares me, as it faintly moves towards me. I look up and I see a silver parachute falling slowly, oblivious to the branches surrounding its landing.

It's a sponsor gift.

I wait for it to land on my lap because I could not move. My leg had lost feeling and everything was feeling numb. It was a large pouch. I unzipped it open to find a note.

It's far from over, Lillianne. A gift from District 12. - C

District 12!? I sat up and looked to my right, then left with a look of disbelief. Why would - how - why?

I turned over the card and the closest thing to an explanation read:

Follow the mockingjays.

I clenched the card in my hands and they started to shake. I went back into the pouch to see a syringe with liquid and a needle.

I let out a breath, then two, then three, and tears began to well into my eyes. Covering my mouth, crying noises attempt to escape and I look up to the sky and smile with gratitude. How could I possibly thank these people?

There was no time to answer, because the mockingjays began to sound. They sing a melody very foreign to me, because its not the four tone tune Katniss sang in the 74th game. Its a song.

"Are you, are you, coming to the tree, where I told you to run so we'd both be free - "

I grab a knife quickly as I hear whispered singing approach me. It was in the trees, because it sounded fearfully close. I look around, grabbing a second knife with my left and holding my arms out on either side.

"Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be -"

My eyes widen and I stop breathing. I knew that voice.

"If we met, a mid-"

In a hoarse, almost silent whisper, I forced it out. "Alex."

The singing stops. Tears are welling in my eyes as I look around for him. I cover my mouth with one of my hands as I realize I might have just jeopardized myself, but it was Alex's voice, I know it to be true and I just can't spare the thought that he could be in danger too if he finds me and I just don't know what I'd do with myself if he found -

"Lilly?"

-me.