Author's Note: Hi Everyone. Here is the last chapter for Part Two. As I said before it might be awhile until I update again as one I need to write Part Three (Obviously!) and two I'm heading into the final weeks of my Diploma, so I have to focus on school for the time being.
But enough about all that, please enjoy Chapter Twenty-Two even though it is very short... sorry about that and... it's a cliffhangers 'runs and hides underneath desk so as to avoid rotten fruit'.
Anyway, please enjoy.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Please...

I feel better now.

Please…

I'm sorry

Please, please, please…

I feel better now.

I woke up the following morning fighting back a scream of terror. The nightmares last night had been the worst that I'd ever had.

I ran a hand through my loose and messy hair, trying not to think too much of smell of it or the smell of the rest of me.

I sit up cautiously in my rock pool haven, staring around at the rocks that stand so high, one rock even tilted over slightly so as to hide this lovely little hiding spot from view.

What am I going to do? I wondered as I slowly got out of my sleeping bag, shivering in the early morning chill.

Was it always this cold in the mornings? I don't remember, but I'm cold now. I wrapped my jacket more tightly around me as I pick up my dinner from last night and start to eat the rest of it. It was all still very good, even if it was now cold.

Everything was cold; I shivered more violently in my jacket, trying to contemplate my next step over my chattering teeth.

I would need a fire if this cold kept up, but a fire could mean death, what with it being a sort of beacon for people who are hunting you to find you with. I would need a fire at least to cook the food that I was hoping to catch. And to make a fire, you need wood, which means leaving my sanctuary….

I groaned.

I didn't want to leave this place. I felt so safe here and Jade might still be close by waiting for me to reappear.

It took awhile for me to decide what I would do, so that when I did finally stick my head out of my sanctuary, it was midmorning.

I almost didn't go through with my plan to collect fire wood – and food such as roots and berries – for when I left my sanctuary it was surprisingly warm out in the Sun.

Come on, I said to myself, get on with it. The faster you do this, the faster you can get back to safety. So gritting my teeth I set off across the rocks, once more keeping very low and choosing to go around rocks instead of over them which would have been faster but I would be more easily seen. But as I came to the beach, leaving the safety of the rocks, my bravery started to leave me. The forest looked ominous even in the bright sunlight. Behind any tree, Jade – or even one of the others – could be hiding.

I swallowed nervously.

Come on, just run for it! It was, after all, only a short run up the beach to the first line of trees, but it was what was behind those trees that I was worried about.

I fingered my knife that was strapped to my hip, wishing for I'm guessing not the last time, that I had had time to grab my spear or any other substantial weapon come to think of it. But I hadn't had time… I wonder why.

I closed my eyes and shook my head. No good thinking about all that, I told myself firmly, now come on.

Bent down as low as I could go while still being able to run, I sprinted for the trees, trembling when I reached them, but no one jumped out at me. A rabbit looked at me curiously before bounding off but that was all I saw when I entered the forest.

But that didn't put me at ease, if anything it made me even more alert to my surrounding, my ears and eyes open for anything and everything that could possible cause me any kind of harm.

I collected broken branches and twigs, along with any forest food I could scrounge for I didn't dare go too far into the trees for fear that I might be attacked at any moment and I wanted to stay as close to the lake as I possibly could.

But even with all my caution, I still wasn't cautious enough and just as I was heading back for the lake, my foot snagged on something that was defiantly not a tree root.

I looked down at the forest floor and groaned. Oh cra…

I feet were cleanly knocked out from under me and I was sent hurtling upwards into the treetops, neatly caught up in a finely woven net.

I swore, loudly and rather verbosely, that as an afterthought, I realised that I had probably embarrassed my poor grandmother terribly with my sailor mouth language. I had probably also made a few mouths back home drop. I wasn't known for having a sailor's mouth but if you had been in my situation, what would you have done? Swearing, at that present moment in time, seemed like an extremely logical thing to do. Also it vented out quite a bit of the stress I had been feeling up until this point.

When I was done swearing and cursing everything and anything I felt quite flat and exhausted. This was not a situation I wanted to be in.

I pulled out my knife and tried vainly to cut through the netting, but it did me no good. The netting was made out of some kind of fine wire, delicate in looks but as strong as any well-made rope in District Four.

At this point I started to panic.

I was in serious trouble. If anyone tried to kill me I wouldn't be able to defend myself, I would be able to do nothing against their sword or spear… or trident.

My fingers froze on the netting as I thought of all of the tributes that Finnick had killed using a woven net and his trident. I was probably feeling the exact same way as they had when they had been caught in his net.

I pushed desperately at the netting, trying to break it with my bare hands but only succeeded in causing my hands to bleed as the thin wire cut into them. I tried to pry the top of the net apart but once again only succeed in cutting my fingers.

I pressed a hand to my mouth and tried to keep myself from crying. After everything I had so far been through during these damn games, I was going to be killed in the same way that my boyfriend had killed all his victims.

I wondered if Finnick saw the irony in this as well. No, he was probably out of his mind with worry and terror for me. And my Grandmother? Was she saying her goodbyes to me now? Knowing that I would be dead in only a short while?

I pressed my hand to my belly where my terror and desperation had woken my unborn baby and it was causing havoc inside of me. I winced as my belly ached and turned, but I as this was probably the closet I would ever be with my child I couldn't bring myself to mind.

"I'm sorry," I whispered to my child, "I'm sorry I wasn't better at this, smarter. If I had been smarter we probably wouldn't have gone through all the horror that we have. I'm sorry we have to go in this way and… I'm just sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't a better mother to you."

At least I know that this isn't a trap made by Jade, I thought grimly as I looked up through the top most branches that hung overhead, at the Sun that was now beginning to sink. I just hope that she wouldn't be the one who found me up here.

Surprisingly I actually managed to doze. It wasn't exactly comfortable, being crushed in the net and having all the wood that I had collected digging into my back, but I was physically and emotionally exhausted and sleep seemly seemed to be the best way to spend my time… until I was killed.

I woke with a jump when I heard the snapping of a twig somewhere below me.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Here it comes… I could almost hear my death coming towards me…

Let it be quick… please, let it be quick.

"District Four?"

Author's Note: I know, don't you all hate me? I'm sorry but this was the only way I could think to end Part Two and yes, I'm sorry to say you might have to sit on the question 'Who is it' for at least a couple of weeks while I write up Part Three.
Anyway, thank you all for all your support and favouriting. Hopefully I will not be long with writing Part Three and that the next couple of weeks of my Diploma won't be too busy and stressful... HA!
Bye for now. Reviews are much loved as you all probably know.