The next thing I remember I'm on the roof of the training center and ant they take me to a small room, where the familiar avox girl brings me food, and company. She must not have wanted me dead afterall.

I sit on the bed and think of the others. Cinna is probably planning my wardrobe. Haymitch and Effie must be arranging a banquet with the sponsors, Effie must be loving having a victor tribute. Back home district 12 probably is in chaos over the celebrations, after all I am their first victor in over 20 years.

Oh, just thinking of home, even the grouchy old buttercup, makes me smile. I promised Prim I would win and I did.

After a few days I am permitted to stand. I stand, finding my legs strong and able to hold me. I flinch seeing the outfit I'm to wear. The one from the arena.

After a trip down the hall, I turn and see Effie, Cinna, and Haymitch. I launch myself into Haymitch's arms, happy to see him. "Nice job sweetheart" he whispers into my ear.

Effie is teary-eyes and pats my hair, while Cinna just holds me tight. Cinna must know I just need a friend right now.

They send me off with Cinna to get ready, where I am engulfed by hugs from Venia, Flavius, and Octavia. Whom all tell me they cried with me for Peeta. I thank them, and they give me food. As I eat they tell me random details of their lives during the games.

Later on Cinna comes in and fits me in a dress that shimmer like fire, and dark leather sandals. I'm still 'the girl on fire' apparently. I love it.

My hair is done back in a headband, making me-surprisingly-seem harmless.

I bite my lip, trying to figure out why, when Cinna answers without me asking. "Peeta, I feel, would have liked it." I smile and nod, agreeing, almost ruining my makeup by crying.

Cinna leads me to the elevator and we are plummeted underneath the stage.

Haymitch give me a hug 'for luck' and assures me that this is my night, as he rises to the stage.

I'm risen up as the anthem blares. I am directed to the victor's chair, and shudder at how unprepared I am. The editor, shockingly, instead of spinning a tale of victory, decided to tell the tale of a romance gone awry, showing a lot of Peeta.

They omit my flowers for Rue, but play every note of my song. I want to scream but instead tears fall from my eyes.

Eventually they make it to my failure of saving peeta, and I, myself, along with some of the audience shout 'no'. I burst into tears.

I show emotion at a lot of the deaths, but Peeta and Rue's are the only two to make me cry.

They do a quick snippet of me shooting Cato, and my victory announcement, then, finally, it's over.

-I hope you enjoyed that.-

Tell me if you want to see more stuff like this. I've been writing it. :)