He stood there for a few seconds just staring at me, after that he turned around and walked out of the room.

I sat myself in my recruit bed with my head in my hands and my elbows on my knees thinking 'What just happened? What did I just do?'

'Ok Katniss, snap out of it. No time to mope around. Do something!'

I get up and see Cato on the other side of his room staring at me. Probably checking to see if I was crying, well, I'm not crying just really needing to blow off some steam.

"I wanna train."

"There's a recruit uniform on your bed. Get changed and we can go."

"There's no bathroom in here."

"Don't be a prude, change anyway, besides I'm also gonna change so you'll be alone. I'll use the bathroom don't worry."

That being said he picks up his uniform and goes into the bathroom.

Not two minutes later I hear a door closing as I'm tying my trousers, I'm still topless so I quickly put on a shirt before he could see anything, I then get up and put my jacket on turning to walk out.

"You done?"

"Yup, open the cage will ya'" I said popping the p.

"It's not a cage." He said as I was leaving the room.

"Am I watched 24/7?"

"Yes."

"Am I locked in?"

"Yes."

"Then it's a cage, pretty boy."

Weird, he actually chuckles at me.

We both step out of our room and there is Walker.

"Don't take this the wrong way dude, but I'm kinda sick of seeing your face today. Every time I do something bad happens."

"The sentiment is mutual and apparently until the end of today you have another babysitter."

"Oh him? I prefer the word goon."

"So instead of a personal babysitter you have a personal goon? Nice."

Walter smirks at me and I give him my own smirk back. He and Cato start speaking in hushed tone and honestly I'm sick of it.

"C'mon ladies get your asses moving I wanna train."

"I believe you still remember the way?"

"Of course, so shall we?"

I simply start walking towards the training area. God I really need to punch something. I start walking faster as I get there and as I do I practically skid to a halt. It's completely empty, everything in neat condition as if there weren't recruits training here merely hours before. I'd forgotten how incredibly huge this whole place is.

Memories suddenly wash over me as I remember training here, joking around with Johanna and Finnick, just thinking about the way I used to be before all this thing with Peeta happened, I was always joking, making quips, I smile on my face that not even my years of my absolute misery of a life were able to take off.

I get down the three stairs and head directly for the punching bag and without even taping my knuckles I start hitting it with everything I have on my body, the sound of fists meeting the punching bag and my heavy breathing are the only things that can be heard throughout the room echoing back and forth between the walls. Before long my knuckles are split open, dropping spatters of blood on the ground and blood marks on the punching bag as I work out everything that happened in the past 24hours. Rue's death, waking up in Division, knowing if been implanted a kill chip, knowing i'd have to work again for Snow and the confrontation with Finnick. I faintly hear screams only to realize their my own as my punch get harder nearly breaking my hands as I punch and scream to my heart's content.

As I'm throwing another punch hands wrap themselves around my wrists and I'm pulled back into a warm, solid chest. I try breaking free of the vice-like grip and try kicking, punching anything to stop this imprisonment from lasting much longer and as I struggle I'm suddenly pushed up into a wall.

"Stop it Fire Girl unless you want me to hurt you."

Cato's warm breath ghosts over my face as he presses himself closer to me to stop me from struggling.

"Get off me! I'm calm ok? I don't need a babysitter." I hiss at him.

"Yeah that's why you split your knuckles open punching the bag right?"

Now that he mentions it I can feel the pain radiating from my hands but it's nothing compared to the injuries I've had or the pain I've had to withstand.

"Fine, you can still get off me. I'm clearly as calm as I'm gonna get."

He looks into my eyes for a couple of seconds seemingly measuring whether or not I'll do something but he makes up his mind and slowly back away from me releasing my wrists.

"You're going to have to go to the infirmary to get your hands cleaned and wrapped."

"Fine we'll go later."

"No, we go now, you've had enough of training for a day."

"No I didn't. You don't need to fuss over a booboo. I've had worse anyway." I quickly dismiss him trying to get back to my training.

"I don't care, I can't have you bleeding all over the place. When you got here it was spotless so we're gonna go and it's going to be now. Move it."

With that he grabs my harm and starts lumbering me to the infirmary.

"What about Walker?"

"He's coming with."

"Should I get used to this kind of behavior? All the physical contact? What are you a hugger?"

"Stop talking."

As we get to the infirmary he knocks on the door, hard, and a few seconds later a head pops out. Seeder.

Seeder Howell is the residency medic along with Chaff who is close friends with Haymitch.

Haymitch, just thinking about her former mentor sends a pang of sadness and anger coursing through her veins and suddenly she wants to be back to beating the crap out of the punching bag.

The door opens a little wider showing that we can come in but they haven't realized it's me yet with how Cato was holding me.

As Seeder closes the door and turns around seeing me there she practically jumps at me involving me in a comforting hug.

"We've missed you Katniss."

"Pretty sure you're the only one."

"Oh, don't be silly! Everyone misses you even though we know what you did." Having said that she looks away clearly uncomfortable with the topic.

"Katniss is that you?" And there is Chaff, I was wondering where he was.

"In the flesh."

And then comes another hug.

"What brought you in here this time?"

Thankfully they both know not to push the subject with Cato in such close proximity.

"Split my knuckles." I say showing them my hands.

"Again?" They say with perfect unison. I look down in embarrassment because it is true I've split my knuckles too many times to count.

They fix me up quietly and they send me away with words of goodbye and promise of visiting to take care of my hands.

As I was watching them wrap my fists carefully I was reminded of my mother that was a healer in my district and my little duck that even though she knew next to nothing on the matter tried to help.

I go to sleep that night knowing that if I keep thinking about my family they'll haunt my dreams but these days something always does. Peeta, Prim, Mom, Dad, people I've hurt and mostly people I've killed for Snow.

It never ends.

A/N: Please tell me what you think of the fic so far, good or bad I'm here to learn :)