I smash my head against the keyboard in the control room. A few looks are tossed my way, I know, but I don't bother to look at them. Especially Finnnick. He's been pretty insane lately. Sweaty palms, shaking as he gets up to go meet with another Capitol chick... I don't know.

Right now, there's some huge fight between District 12 and 2. I don't honestly care, but I'm rooting for District 12. Haymitch deserves to have at least one victor in almost 25 years.

Brutus is cheering on Cato, who's choking poor Peeta. Katniss's a mess, trying to figure out what to do as he dies.

Well, smart cookie Peeta draws an X on Cato's hand with his own blood, Katniss shoots his hand with her arrow, and Cato falls down solo.

Brutus is shocked. His faces falls to despair. Haymitch pumps his fist in the air, and he and Finnick high-five.

I can't help but smile. "Congrats, Haymitch," I say, and he thanks me.

"They haven't won yet!" Brutus spits out angrily, glaring at me and not Haymitch. The look on my face must be very defensive.

His gaze goes to Haymitch, Finnick, and lands back on me.

Jeez, is it just me, or am I always doing something wrong?

Brutus gives me the finger. That's it. The last straw. I stand up and don't bother to gather my thoughts before I punch Brutus in the nose as hard as I can. It immediatly bloodies up and I think it might be broken.

Instead of backing down, a flame ignites inside of him, and it's as if steams coming from his ears. Even Haymitch, who has been watching the Games so intently, can't peel his eyes off of me. No Victor would ever dare challenge another.

But I did.

Brutus tries to take a swing at of me, but I jump out of the way easily. He stands, and though he's taller than me, I dodge all of his attepmts at attacking me and knock him out from behind. The noise he makes as he smashes against the ground is enough to bring a guard to the door.

"Johanna Mason," He snarls angrily. "With me. Now."

I don't move. Enobaria calls the medics. The guard grabs my wrists and pulls me out of the room. I turn around and District One and Two are glaring at me. I do the same.

I was sent home immediatly. I'm not trustworthy of being in the Control room. My first thought is "Oh, my family will be happy to see me."

6 years and I still make the mistake of thinking they're still alive.

Back home, I pace around the garden, occasionally glancing down at the flowers or weeds sprouting on the ground. Then I remember that this is where I found the dead bodies of my mother, my father, and my little sister.

Emotions take over my body and I tear back around and go back to my house. I sit inside, staring at a bottle of beer. I didn't have time to go to my first rehab class and I don't think I can handle this anymore.

All of a sudden, I jump up, pushing my chair 20 feet behind me before it slams into the wall. I hurry over to the closet and dig through it, hoping to find exactly what I need. No dissapointment. I pull out the carboard box. It's large - very large, sturdy, and thick. Just what I need.

Standing at the table, I grab all the bottles and push them into the box all at once. For some reason, I can't believe I'm doing this. But I am. And I'm very proud.

I run out of the door to my home and all the way to the dump. I pass people who glare at me and jump over the sort-of tall fence with barbed wire.

Once at a good location, I take a deep breathe and toss the box full of liquor, beer, wine, whiskey, scotch, and all other alcohol I own into the big pile of trash. Most of the glasses crack and liquid runs out of them.

I don't even get an urge to drink them.

When I turn around and jump back over the fence, I can't help but think of how proud I've been of myself lately.

-9 MONTHS LATER-

I sit, watching the Capitol news. Thinking of how rebellious District 7 has been lately. I've stayed out of the fighting. Not because I'm a coward, but because I can't afford to cause any more trouble than I already have.

Footage of Katniss Everdeen, a girl I still haven't met, in her wedding dresses appears. Apparantly, she's in love with Peeta and they're going to get married.

I look down and continue with my knitting, which I've taken on in order to help myself stay sober. This is a pretty nice scarf.

Suddenly, I hear something and my hands start to sweat. I place my knitting on the ground next to the small couch and wipe my palms on my pants. Once my breathe is back, I dare to look up and see President Snow opening a card for the Quarter Quell.

I swallow, as I can only imagine what horrible things I'll have to train a tribute for. I feel the need to drink, so I grab my knitting and continue it, though I'm still staring at the screen.

President Snow begins by telling us what happened in the 25th and 50th Hunger Games.

"And, to honor the 3rd Quarter Quell..." He begins. "To remind the people of the Districts that even the strongest among them can overcome the power of the Capitol, tributes will be chosen from their previous pool of Victors."

My needle makes a clanging sound as it falls to the ground. I feel paralyzed, my eyes frozen open, unblinking. My body moves and I kick the door open, not even bothering to turn the knob. It forces open and slams against the house,breaking in half.

I run across the District as fast as I can, and people looking out of their windows laugh. The lumberjacks glare at me and then chuckle after hearing the news.

I keep running, faster, faster, forcing myself to my limit. I run all the way into the forest, up the small hill, and back down it. I climb back up another hill, and, panting, climb the higest tree I can find.

I'm the only living female Victor of District Seven.

Since I'm not an idiot, I know what that means. Everyone does. But I don't want to believe it. . .

I'm going back into the Games.