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A/n: A short one. I will reply to reviews soon! Hopefully tomorrow. I've decided to try doing most of my work without my laptop so i literally go on for maybe 20 mins a day, generally, hence the lack of updatingness.

18) Flavius – Nullify

Since he was little, Flavius has always been somebody. Oh, not someone famous – who do you think he is? Finnick Odair? – but a person nonetheless. Someone worth talking to; even if the conversation was about nothing at all. When he messed around in class, kids would either tell him he was the coolest or that he was an idiot. The same as they treated other kids. Being treated this way was something he got used to. Even as a stylist, he was still somebody, even if he was occasionally ignored or not as important as others. He got the tributes ready and that was something people acknowledged. It was something that had always been in his life so you couldn't blame him for always expecting it, could you?

It was different in District 13. There, he wasn't simply another rebel. The residents often glared at him as though he had committed some terrible atrocity upon them rather than just made people beautiful. They took one look at him and decided who he was counted for naught. Who he was, was gone. His looks, his personality ... himself. It was completely nullified. They told him he'd been rescued but he couldn't see how. After all, his treatment here was so much worse than it had been before. But, to an extent, he was still treated like everyone else. So maybe, just maybe, he couldn't really complain.

And then came the day he stole the bread. It was a common thing to do in the Capitol. Not stealing, of course, but hoarding. He'd always been used to having so much more. So, he couldn't exactly help himself, could he? It was just one piece of bread – barely anything at all! But the guards caught him and Venia and Octavia and they acted as though he had killed someone. That's when he knew he hadn't been rescued at all. Because, the guards beat him and left him and his colleagues in a small, empty room. He was fed hardly anything. No one seemed to care about him at all. For the first time in his life, Flavius wasn't human.

It was an experience he never wanted to relive.