Long time since update sorry! Hope this fits the bill, I'm going to skip through the games rather quickly because of there being no Gale there, and then this song is nearly finished and and I can move onto another song another story!

I do not own THG.

Kill your prayers for love and peace

You'll wake the thought police

We can't hide the truth inside

Cinna pins my dress around my waist, gathering the smooth fabric in the nape of my back. The dress seems too simple to be one of Cinna's designs, but I don't question him.

"Close your eyes," he tells me, and I do so, obediently. He fiddles with something around the hem of the skirt, which starts to feel heavy. "You know why you're here right?"

Tears prick in my eyes, dampening my eyelashes. "Of course I know. It's all my fault I've brought these people back here."

"It may be your fault, but they won't kill you. You may be their ticket out of here."

I feel him pull the dress off me and the door squeak open as he leaves the room. I open my eyes and watch the door swing behind him. I pull on the tunic dress I was wearing before and sit on a hard metal chair placed in the corner of the room. 'They may be your ticket out of here'? What does that mean? How are these people going to help me? They obviously hate me, I brought them back here, and they only way they are going to get out is if I die. And it's going to be a messy death. The Gamekeepers will make sure of that.

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Suddenly I'm a bird, soaring through the air. Cinna has turned me into The Mockingjay, the symbol of hope. The token from Madge, the girl with the strawberries. When I hear the cheers through the crowds I know the effect this can have, and I can picture Snow's facial expression. I can picture him talking to Plutarch Heavensbee about just how I am to be killed. Through the euphoria of my stardom I see Gale striving to keep his large family alive on his mine wages, comforting Prim and my mother, and sitting on our rock by himself every Sunday. Gale, who I feel as if I've let down the most.

Maybe I should have never spoken to him about us. Maybe I should have played along for Snow, for my family, and kept myself alive for him. Sometimes the truth is best hidden, otherwise you can end up in a situation that can only end in death. The system is fragile, and one step out of line and your life is over.

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