I had little training on what to do, but I knew that if I didn't do what I was supposed to than I would be punished further. So I did what I was told; I didn't do any communication of any kind toward anybody. I didn't do anything unless it was an order. The 73rd Hunger Games happened, and, like usual, the District 12 tributes died.
But then came the 74th.
I walked into the dining room, as usual, to serve the food, when my eyes locked on a familiar face. Katniss Everdeen. I laied down a blazing cake in front of her. She looked at it and I could tell she was already part drunk.
"What makes it burn? Is it alcohol?" she asked, then looked up at me. "That's the last thing I wa- oh! I know you!"
Horror filled me and I immediately shook my head and started to walk away. As much as I wanted Katniss to remember me, I knew she'd only be in more trouble. Anybody who knew an Avox knew a traitor, and they would automatically be branded a traitor too.
I hurried away from the table, though I could hear some sort of conversation behind me.
"Delly Cartwright!" I heard a familiar voice say. "That's who it is." I slightly turned by head and smiled. Peeta. He could always save the day with his words. I turned around and headed out of the room, but than horror filled me. Katniss and Peeta. I knew them both. They were both tributes going to the games... and every year the tributes from District 12 always died. I prayed that this year would be different.
I heard a crashing noise just as I walked by Katniss's room, and I slowly opened the door. My eyes widened as I stared down at broken dishes everywhere.
"Just leave it!" Katniss screamed at me. "Just leave it alone!"
I slowly closed the door behind me and headed toward the bathroom. I grabbed a cloth and got it wet then headed out to where Katniss was. I started to gently wipe her face with the wet cloth and then rubbed it on her hands, which were bleeding from the broken plates.
"I should have tried to save you," she whispered.
That's when I knew she didn't remember me. The real me, anyway; Melany. She only remembered me from the woods that day. The day that Alexander had died. But I didn't blame her; she couldn't have helped me anyway. I shook my head no.
"No, it was wrong," Katniss said.
I tapped my lips with my finger and pointed at her, trying to say that she would have become an Avox, too.
Katniss helped me clean up the rest of the garbage and broken plates. I shouldn't have let her; it was my job, not her's. But the help had been nice.
After the mess was in the garbage, I pulled down her bed sheets and she crawled in. I pulled the blanket over her and tucked her in. She reminded me of Elissa in some ways. Although Elissa was older than Katniss and I, she had to go to the games just like Katniss was. I only wished I'd been there to tuck Elissa in at night before she went to the games.