Cold

It's so cold; I shiver and pull my thin jacket tighter around my body. It doesn't help; the wind blows past me and sets my teeth chattering. I gripped the bird's neck tighter, its ruffled feathers brushed against my cracked hands. This might last my family a few days, but it's all I have, Katniss will have to hunt for me in the week, I hate not being able to feed my own family and I hate the cold. When Katniss came back from the games, all the warmth had been sucked out of her; she isn't my Katniss anymore.

Apart

It had been so long, twenty five years exactly now. Twenty five years since my sister had been dragged from my arms and thrown into the arena. Twenty five years since she died. I can still hear her, in my head. I can hear her single scream of terror as the bird sliced through her neck, she was too shocked to speak after that, her hand scrabbled desperately against Haymitch. No pills or medication can fix the pain I feel; the bond between us had been broken. We were apart in body, but her death would stay with me forever.

Time

The Game makers thought that this had been their best idea yet. An arena based on a clock face, with different surprises as each hour passed. It would keep the Capitol hooked. The reintroduction of the Jabberjays had been easy, and the weather control was so simple even someone from the Districts could work it. It was time for the best games ever! This arena would go down in history; new tourists would flock to the site daily! They would become so rich from this Quarter Quell, the next one could be even better! They couldn't wait to get started!

Can't

I've tried letting her go. I've tried ignoring her, and I've pretended that the games never happened, that I never told everyone of my love for her on live television. It doesn't work, my whole life is centred around her now, and I'm tied to her by thousands of pieces of string, each piece is a strand of my soul. Every time she snaps a string, she pulls at my heart, breaking it apart, piece by piece. I've tried to distance myself from her, I've absorbed myself in painting, but I always end up painting her, I can't help it.

Heart

She had stolen my heart the day I laid eyes on her. Annie. Every time the reaping came about, I was more worried for her than I was for myself, I could feel my heart beating loudly against my ribcage, thump thump. I prayed every night that she should stay safe, but the horrors of the games had sent her over the edge. I had always known that Annie was delicate, I tried to help her, but the Capitol had just barged in and broken what was left of her mind. I love her; I don't care about anything else.

Imposter

She had come back a different person; it wasn't the Katniss that had left. The Capitol had messed with her mind and her body. What was left was a damaged interior covered up by a tough, emotionless shell. She wasn't the daughter I remembered before the games. She had been tough with me, she couldn't help it; she didn't want me to leave again. But when she was with Gale or Prim she would open up, she would smile and sometimes she even laughed. This cold daughter I had been given couldn't have been mine, she was like an imposter.

Never

I never let the enemy escape; I never give them the chance to turn against me. It was just how I roll. At the cornucopia I dove into the water, swimming strong strokes to the store of weapons in the centre. I grabbed a sword and knocked down a few where they stood. They were too scared to even enter the water. Wimps. They should have learnt to swim, never underestimate what your enemy is capable of, that's what I had been taught. I teamed up with some other people, I didn't bother learning names. Never beaten, that was me.

Game

There is more than one way to skin a rabbit. There is more than one way to win the games. The careers usually stuck together, killed everyone and then turned on each other. Others ran from the cornucopia and hid for the duration of the games. Some people pulled stunts in the interview, declaring undying love for someone or other, or gushing about their family and how they had promised to come home. I was clever, I pretended to be weak, and when I got to the final eight, I searched out my opponents, and I had beaten them all.

Flames

The girl on fire. That was who she was known as. The poster of her in the Capitol had been of her head and shoulders shot, flames licked at the edges, they mingled with her hair, creating an almost scary finish. In District 12, Katniss couldn't escape the flames, be it from the coal fires, or the baker's oven, or the fiery glares she got from the people. Katniss had played with fire and now she was burnt, still hurting inside at what the games had turned her into. She was a flaming beacon for the whole world to see.

Insomnia

Almost every tribute in the games suffers from insomnia. At night time, in every Victor's Village, you can hear the screams. Screams for the nightmares to end. Sometimes Peeta would stay up, not wanting to see the haunting images hidden behind his eyelids. Most times he could hear Katniss screaming; he was so close to her; he wanted to comfort her, he wanted to whisper soothing words in her ear, he wanted to brush her hair away from her face, he wanted to kiss away the nightmares. But he couldn't. Instead, he was trapped, each scream pulling at his heart.

Rebellion

I just need the wire; I had been promised that it would be there. If I had the wire, I could spark the rebellion, literally. The wheels of the battle were turning slowly; we had the poorer districts on our side, and District 13 was definitely in on the plan. Now was the time to set that plan into action, time to get the ball rolling down the hill and towards freedom. The only hitch in our plan was if Wiress and I were killed in the Bloodbath. The others would have to find another way to beat the Capitol.

Explode

I could feel it in my bones. Tick Tock. This was going to be huge. Tick Tock. Our time was ticking away towards an explosion. Tick Tock. Katniss hadn't got my message, I was warning her for the plan; I can remember snippets of conversations about it. Tick Tock. There was that wire at the cornucopia. Tick Tock. Johannah thinks I'm mad. Tick Tock. I probably am. I knew the games would be the end of me. My time is counting down; I won't be here for very much longer. Tick Tock, Tick Tock, You're in for a shock, Tick...

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