I stared out the window of the train, the sun just beginning to rise, giving the room an orange glow. I blinked a few times, before looking away and shifting a bit out of the light on my bed.

The train was eerily quiet, probably because everyone else was still sleeping.

Sleep.

The mere thought of sleeping made me even more tired. I was sure I was getting closer to total exhaustion with every sleepless night that passed. The nights I did get any sleep were completely restless.

The dreams are too much for me to handle.

It's hard enough not to loose it without having dreams about dying.

Let alone ones about the people you killed, killing you.

I climbed off the bed, walking into my small, connected bathroom and flicking on the lights. I winced at the bright light, shielding my eyes with my hand for a moment. I slowly lowered my hand and turned on the shower.

I didn't bother looking in the mirror: I knew I looked terrible.

But what else is new?

After a quick shower, I dried off with a towel, leaving my hair down. I walked back into my train bedroom, a towel secured tightly around my body as I began to comb through my hair.

I couldn't help but notice that while my hair was less tangled than normal, it also was a bit thinner than previously. I quickly put the comb away, not wanting to think about it. Instead, I simply pulled all of my hair back into a low ponytail, leaving it to dry on its own.

I ambled my way over to the closet, pulling out the first thing I saw; a pale pink dress, somewhat similar to the blue one I wore yesterday. This one had no bow on the waist, and had no back whatsoever, leaving it on full display.

Just what I need.

More people staring at me.

Slipping off my towel, I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror on the closet door. I felt a shiver run up my spine. I wasn't sure if it was from the cool air of the room, or the fact that I could faintly make out the lines of my ribs.

I bit my lip, turning a bit in the mirror, examining myself. While my bones weren't protruding from my body, it was still clearly obvious I hadn't been eating much. I was much slimmer, that was for sure.

I ran my finger along one of the line of one of my ribs, before turning away, quickly slipping on my clothing.

I can't look anymore.

I slipped on my same white flats from yesterday, before making my way out of the door, hoping that I could manage to get breakfast before anyone else was up. After seeing my figure, although I didn't really feel like it, I knew I should eat something.

Anything.

Zander would be proud.

I peeked my head in the food car, groaning slightly as I realized there was absolutely no food laid out yet. I glanced at the clock on the wall, realizing it was still only five thirty in the morning.

Of course there's no food out yet, Aria.

All of the normal people are still sleeping.

I slowly made my way back to my room, weakly kicking the door closed behind me, before collapsing back down onto my bed. My eyes felt heavy, and I debated trying to get some sleep.

My mind made up for me, as my eyes fluttered shut and my dreams consumed me.

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"Cato! Cato help!" I screamed, Glimmer slicing the tip of an arrow down my arms over and over again. She cackled at my pathetic calls, saying " He can't help you now, three. He's on our side."

Cato suddenly came into my vision behind her, laughing with Marvel and Clove at his sides. "Your so pathetic!" He shouted, the group laughing along with him.

I could feel the tears streaking down my cheeks as I begged for Glimmer to stop, shaking from the pain and she dragged the arrow across my cheek, still laughing.

"Stop! Please! Cato, please!" I begged again, desperately looking at him. I searched his face for anything; any sign of compassion or sadness.

There was nothing.

I looked back up at Glimmer, who gave me another wicked smile, before saying "Goodbye, three!" She raised the arrow above her head.

"No! No, please!" I begged, still crying.

She smirked back at the other careers before plunging it down into my chest.

"Aria! Aria! Wake up!"

I snapped my eyes open, my breathing hard as my eyes darted around the room, looking for any sign of Glimmer. "Finally. You were gonna wake up the whole train." I snapped my head around, my eyes landing on Cato, who was sitting on my bed beside me, his torso turned towards me, hands on my shoulders.

He looked tense, probably because he was annoyed with me for screaming. His face was cold, which only made me more panicked. He seemed to notice this, loosening his grip on my shoulders a bit and softening his expression.

I don't know what made me do it, or why my body even thought of doing it, but before I could comprehend what was happening, I threw myself into Cato's chest.

I gripped the front of his white shirt in my fists, my face buried into the side of his neck, as I squeezed my eyes shut. He seemed taken a back at first, but slowly wrapped his arms around my bare back, his head dipping down to rest by my ear.

"It's okay. Shh, it's okay. It was just a dream, Aria." He said gently in my ear, his one arm moving up to the back of my neck, rubbing small soothing circles along the skin. I nodded weakly, loosening my grip on him a bit.

He moved his hand off my back and onto the side of my small waist, his other hand grabbing my chin and tilting it up to look at him. "You alright?" He asked, his blue eyes flickering all over my face.

Am I alright?

No. I'm not alright.

Not at all.

I opened my mouth to speak, but stopped myself, dropping my face down and staring at my lap. Suddenly, my dream came rushing back to me, Cato's laughter clouding my thoughts.

You're pathetic

" I'm fine." I say weakly, moving from his grasp and standing. I brushed off my skirt, feeling Cato's eyes one me.

"Aria, don't lie to me." He snapped, reaching his hand out and loosely grabbing mine. I felt a shot of electricity spread up my arm, his hand pulling me back to sit beside him.

"What makes you think I'm lying?" I asked, reluctantly slipping my hand away from him and folding my arms across my chest. I slowly looked up at his face, hearing him sigh. I regretted it the second my eyes locked onto his.

We stared at each other for a moment, neither of us speaking. For a second, I felt like the old Aria again. I don't know why I did. After all, I was just sitting with Cato. The same Cato that broke my heart.

Twice.

I regained my composure, looking away and out the window, the sky now a vibrant baby blue. Cato didn't answer my question, slowly looking out the window with me. "So, is our deal still on?" He asked suddenly, a stabbing pain in my chest as the words left his mouth.

How could I forget out our deal?

How could I forget that I'm forcing you to be with me so President Snow doesn't kill you?

How could I possibly forget that I messed everything up?

How could I ever forget that?

"Yes." I said softly, staring down at my lap, fiddling my thumbs together. We remained quiet for a few more minutes, still both simply staring out the window.

"You sure your boyfriend won't be upset about that? Cato said suddenly, his voice taking on a tone I couldn't quite decipher.

Boyfriend?

Was this some kind of sick joke of his?

I scrunched my face up in confusion, looking over at him. "What are you talking about?" I asked, him looking over at me with a raised eyebrow.

"That guy, yesterday. At the train station." He said simply, waving one of his hands in the air as if it was obvious.

"Zander? You think Zander is my boyfriend?" I said, my eyes wide. He glared at me, crossing his toned arms, muscles tense. "Yes, I do."

"Well, he's not." I say simply, giving a small shrug. He continued to glare at me, saying, "What did I just say about lying to me?"

I sighed, looking away from him and back out the window. "I'm not lying. You don't have to believe me if you don't want to."

Cato seemed once again confused by my answer, but didn't say anything. He unfolded his arms, standing up and stretching. His shirt rode up a small amount, showing the edge of his perfectly chiseled abdomen.

No Aria. Just no.

You two are never going down that road again.

Never. Again.

…

Probably.

"Come on." He said, staring down at me. I raised an eyebrow at him, saying, "Where are we going?"

He gave me a look, trying to decide if I was joking or not. "We're going to eat breakfast. Now come on." He held his hand out for me kindly, although his expression was far less affectionate.

"I'm not hungry." I said simply, looking away from him and out the window again. He ignored me, using his extended hand to grab my waist and pick me up. He easily wrapped both arms around my waist, lifting me about a foot off the ground as he carried me out the door.

"Put me down! Cato, I said I wasn't hungry." I said, wiggling in his grasp. "I don't care if your hungry or not. Your eating breakfast." I sighed, giving up and wrapping my arms around his neck, resting my forehead on his shoulder.

I'm only holding him because I don't want him to drop me.

Yeah.

Cato's grip around me tightened, pulling me harder against his chest as we entered the food car. I could hear chatter, but he didn't put me down. I could feel all eyes on us as Cato sat me down in a chair, taking the one beside it.

Belladonna whispered something to one of the triplets, them giggling and watching us. I quickly looked down at my plate, knowing they were talking about us. The triplets wouldn't stop gushing about Cato the entire time they were at my house.

Yet another reason for people to stare at me.

Everyone in Panem probably wonders why in the world Cato would want me.

Frankly, I have no clue why he would.

Cato's chair scotched closer next to mine, making me look up at him. He was giving everyone else a cold look, before turning towards me, his expression lightening slightly.

"Here." He said, switching our plates. I looked down at the one he set in front of me, which was completely piled in foods. "Cato, I can't eat all of this." I say, looking back up at him.

He ignored me, piling food onto his plate before starting to eat. He glanced over at me, giving me a look once he realized I wasn't eating. "Aria, don't make me feed you. Just eat something, please."

He stared into my eyes for a moment, pleading with me, for whatever reason I wasn't sure.

Cato doesn't care about me, he made that perfectly true. But if that's the case, why is he trying to make me eat something? Why did he wake me up from my nightmare? Why did he comfort me?

Why?

I shoved my thoughts away, Cato looking away from me to continue eating. I looked back down at my plate, slowly taking a forkful and eating it.

And even though it made me confused as ever, I couldn't help but notice the small smirk on Cato's lips as he glanced at me.

What the hell is going on here?

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