I give Cinna one last big hug before I stand in the tube that will send me into the arena. As I stand in the tube, I see a door open behind Cinna and peace keepers walk over to him. One of the peace keepers topple Cinna over. I bang my hand on the glass tube.
"NO!" I yell hoarsely. But no matter what I do, the peace keeper still beat the crap out of Cinna. The platform bellow my feet then start going up. I watch in horror as my friend is dragged away from me. I can feel myself on the verge of crying. I gasp for air, trying to calm down. But something is odd about the air. It isn't warm nor a medium temperature. Its frigid. As my platform comes to a stop, bright light blurs my vision. When my eyes get used to the lighting in the arena, I nearly have a panic attack. No..they couldn't have done this to me! I wail on the inside. Blasts of cold, frigid air blow from in front of me. I'm not in some forest area or jungle place. I'm in a frozen waste land. Trees are around everywhere, but there all evergreens. Water engulfs the whole center of the arena. I know by instinct the water will be freezing cold. A speaker then comes on. Welcome to the 75th Hunger Games. And may the odds be ever in your favor. The countdown begins. I breathe deeply, trying to not panic too much. My plan folds out into my mind like a wrinkled map. I go for a bow with arrows, grab a pack, a knife and then run for my life. The countdown stops and I dive in. Cold hits me as soon as my skin touches the water. I swim as fast as I can onto the rocky ledge. I hurl myself over the edge and run down the long column like platforms that lead to the cornucopia. When I reach the entrance of the cornucopia, I grab what I needed. As I was getting ready to sprint away, someone poked me on the shoulder. I turn around to see Finnick looking at me. He looks better than before.
"Good thing we're allies, right?" He says. I nod my head without hesitation. We both then run into the forest like area. We come to a stop, gasping for air. I press my hand against a tree, my breaths coming out shallow but warm. Finnick gives me one look and I know what he's thinking. How stupid could this kid get? I assume in my mind. He walks over to me and grabs me by the shoulders. I can see anger surging through him.
"What the hell made you think it was alright to get pregnant again?!" He demanded sternly. I shoved him off of me.
"I'm not pregnant!" I snap at him. He looks at me with a shocked look.
"Then why did Jay say you were?" He questioned.
"To make the games harder for me." I growl. What was wrong with that kid? He can't just throw out random pregnancies like its his job! Finnick wiped the snow off of his shoulders.
"So you have to lie about expecting a child?" He whispers. I nod my head and then sink to the ground. Could this day get any more worse?
"I know what to do. I was actually having one in the last games, but it died off." I say hoarsely, tiredness starting to take a toll on me. Finnick gives me one look before turning to face the woods. I then feel nausea sweep over me like a wave. It must have been from swimming in freezing water and running like I was on fire. I empty what used to be on my stomach behind a tree. When I finish, I fill my mouth with snow. I don't want to taste vomit all day. Finnick then looks behind me. I assume he is just looking to get an idea of where we could camp out. But my thought is pushed away as a whirling sound fills the air. Before I have time to react, something stabs me in the side. I fall to the ground, yelling in pain. Blood draws from a knife in my side, making rather large drops of crimson in the snow. I look up at Finnick before yelling in pain again as another knife hits the same side that was bleeding. I cover the wounds made with my hands, tears running down my cheeks. Finnick scoops me up and runs deeper into the forest. As he runs, I feel my world slowly being dappled with black. Finnick must have seen this because he starts to run even faster.
"Hang in there Katniss!" He says. I'm too weak to respond as I gently drift into sleep.