Am I dead yet? I don't think so. A man in a white coat leans over me and calls the clear words of "We have a pulse." By the hunger games sign on his coat I know I'm in the training academy near the arena. They took me here. My attempt to kill myself had failed miserably and now I would have to go through with training. Another man, this time in a dark grey suit, came up to my bed and stared at me for quite a while, not saying a word, it was a bit awkward as a matter of fact. To use up this time this rude man was eyeing me I looked for my wound but yet, I found none! "Stabbed myself!" I accidently said aloud. The man looked up at this question. "You did." He started "Well, you tried to, but you missed, as you expected it to kill, you fainted replacing what you thought was death." I felt a little embarrassed at this last remark. So I stayed quiet until he spoke again "Now you may have an hour more rest, but no more, you must get changed into the special clothes we have provided and meet us downstairs, this is where we will lead you to the training academy, were you will have your first day of training. See you soon." And with that he left the room. I sat there thinking of the words he just said, I still had my pen knife, should I try again? Wait, where is my pen knife? I forgot! I was holding it when I attempted to kill myself so they must have taken it. How stupid of me to even consider it. I wonder where Tom Druce is. I'll see him in training and kill him in training, or should I wait until the games and slowly chop him to death. Maybe that might be funnier and better feeling. I'm going to slaughter that boy. In fact I'm not even going to call him 'boy' I'm going to call him thing. Because he is not a boy. He is a monster, and in my dictionary monsters are things. Do you know what? I can't wait to get downstairs and smash his sickly face in.