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I think this is gonna be a Quadrilogy, and I'm gonna start the new story as soon as possible, but I don't know when it will be uploaded because my internet went down last night -_-

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I don't remember them taking me from the arena, or much that happened after that. I remember screaming and pulling away from the restraints they'd put me in, but that's it.

I woke up some time later in a hospital room, Will sitting in a chair next to my bed.
"Hey, sleepyhead" He said, smiling from the chair he was perched in. For a minute, I let myself believe I was still in the training center, that we hadn't even started the Games yet, but it came back to me, all too fast.
I tried to speak, but my words just came out as a wheeze. I looked over at Will, and he understood, standing to get me a drink of water.
I took a few tentative sips, before I spoke. "It really happened, didn't it?"
"Yes" he didn't look comfortable at all, but I continued.
"And she's really dead, isn't she?"

"Santana, I'm so sorry…" I cut him off.
"Don't. Don't tell me you're sorry. Don't tell me how amazing she was, or that you understand how I'm feeling. I can't listen to it." I let out a shaky breath before I continued. "You didn't know her, okay?" I'm practically screaming now. "She was supposed to live, she was! Not me, I should be dead! I wish I was dead!" I start trying to tear out the wires pumping things into me, and some kind of alarm is going off, but I don't care. I can't be here. I can't be alive without her.
People are piling into the room, trying to pin me down to the bed, but I fight them. I kick and I scream and I even headbutt one nurse, but they keep coming, until someone shoots something into my eyes and I'm drowsy again. I scream until I'm unconscious.

Next time I wake up, Will's gone, but sitting in the far corner of the room, flipping through a magazine, is Quinn Fabray.
"Do you remember my Hunger Games, Santana?" She asks me, and my throat is so sore from all the screaming I'd done previously, I can only nod. "In my district, nobody liked me. The year before, I'd gotten pregnant, out of wedlock, which I suppose is frowned upon anywhere you go, even the Capitol. I was considered scum, and they gave my baby away when it was born, put it in another district, didn't tell me which. But everyone hated me. That's why no one volunteered. They wanted to see me die." She sighs and gets up, walking over to my bed and perching on the end. "I met someone though, I noticed her when we rode our chariots round the City Circle. She was beautiful, and I'd never seen anything like her. When we trained, I approached her on the first day. She was from your district, actually." I remember our tribute from the year before. A girl called Andrea. She was in the year below me when I was at school. She made it pretty close to the end, but the male tribute from 1 caught her one day. "We were much less brazen about our relationship, but when the games were nearing their end, my district mate, he killed her. And I went off the rails, killing everyone I came into contact with. They thought I might eat some of their bodies, so they were quick to pull me out of the arena."

Sighing again, she gets up from the edge of the bed, and fingers the chain that's still around my neck. Leaning over me, she whispers in my ear. "Things are changing Santana. But we'll talk when you're ready." Kissing me on the cheek, she rights herself, and saunters out of the room. I watch her leave, and smile slightly.

She's right, things were going to change.