The only thoughts in my head are of how much I want to kill that mutt. She is disgusting and I am going to be the one to kill her. Everyone else is too blind to see. My hands clench into fists one more time when they show me another clip of her. I don't even register the tears pouring down my face until I they run into my mouth. The anger and hate gets stronger everyday so much now that I barely register the pain of the needle jabbing my neck. All of a sudden I can hear blood gushing through their veins, their hearts beating faster and faster. This happens every time. I never bother to question what exactly it is they are injecting with me but I don't care anymore. All I know is I hate her. I hate her. I hate her. I lov-I HATE HER. I hate the mutt and her stupid mind games. I know she is secretly hoping for my demise, wanting to run off with Gale. He's too stupid to see her for what she really is, just like the rest of the districts. They stand me up and take me back to my cell. On the way we pass Johanna, her eyes wide on her small, fragile face. She couldn't look less human. I hate what they do to us, but I hate Katniss more. I won't stop fighting until her heart stops beating and her eyes close for the last time. Those beautiful grey eyes. The ones I fell in love with.