It's the fifth day of the Games. Cato was surprisingly right; it has gotten a little easier. The second day was still really hard. Haymitch and I got into a fight, of course. Louisa has been having a really hard time. When she couldn't find food on day two I yelled at Haymitch, telling him to send her bread or something. She was losing energy and wasn't doing anything to help herself. It was frustrating to me to watch her sit there and do nothing. I thought that if we could send her some food, she would start trying. She was so confident before the games, but once she got in there she completely gave up. Effie explained to me that we couldn't waste resources on a lost cause. I don't understand how they can just decide who lives and who dies. Yelling at Effie made me feel terrible, but I couldn't help myself and I definitely couldn't be around her. I thought she was different than the other citizens, but it turns out she is just like them. After storming out of the room I ran into Cato. I'm not sure how, but he's always kind of around when I'm upset. Of course, I didn't want his help. I yelled at him to get away from me, but for some reason he stayed. Then things took a bit of a turn. My temper was rising and I was so mad at him and Effie and Haymitch that I couldn't keep it all in any longer and I hit him, punched him right in the gut. He grabbed my wrists, held them over my head, and pushed me against a wall. I felt his hot breath on my face then finally, he yelled back.

"Look, fire girl! The truth of the matter is, Haymitch can't save both of your tributes! He has to choose one. He has to make the decision of which one comes out. Stop throwing a fit because in the end, only one comes out. You should be thankful Haymitch made the choice, so you don't have to!"

He was right.. Again. I didn't think about it like that, until it was being yelled in my face. It was at that moment I decided I needed to start working with Haymitch instead of against him. I remember looking into Cato's icey blue eyes and silently thanking him for knocking some sense into me.

Once I made the choice to start seeing Haymitch's side of things, it got easier. Days three and four were still difficult, but I was coping better. No one died on day two, but two tributes died on days three and four. No other tribute has even gotten close to Louisa; she's concealed well. Although, I'm starting to think that she's going to die of starvation more than anything. It's almost infuriating how little she is doing to stay alive. We told her everything she needed to do to keep herself breathing, and all she is doing is hiding. She's not even taking care of herself a little bit. I don't understand why she won't just try! Noah, on the other hand, is doing extremely well, and that gives me some hope. Once and while he let's the camera see how scared he is, but he quickly covers it up and keeps moving on. His strength and will to live makes him the perfect tribute. He proves that it doesn't matter how much you train, as long as you want to live you will find a way to stay alive. My mind can't help but imagine how Louisa's family is feeling. I bet they're just as frustrated with her as I am, probably more because they're her blood. Every night I go to bed thinking that when I wake up Louisa is going to be dead. She has so much potential but won't use it. How can she be so selfish? She has a whole family who will mourn her when she dies. Obviously, she doesn't care about her them. If she did, she would try to live. Fear could never keep me from Prim.

I wake up at least twice a night from nightmares. The same nightmares I had after my Games. Slowly, I was getting over them and starting to have a normal night's sleep, but they've returned. Watching the Games makes the memories flood back. One night I woke up in tears. The image of Rue dying played inside my head on a loop. I must have watched her die 20 times. Each morning I wake up at around 4:00 AM to save myself from the nightmares. After showering and braiding my hair, I go down to the training center. Since there aren't any tributes here it's dead silent. I enjoy the silence. It's almost like being in the woods again. I half expect Gale to show up behind me, but of course he never does. I could never imagine Gale in the Capitol. Hell, he'd probably try to burn it to the ground. Every morning I pretend I'm in the woods with Gale.

I've only been shooting for twenty minutes, when I hear a noise. Being a hunter, I stand completely still and look toward the door. Slowly I see it being pushed open. Who could possibly be coming into the training center at four in the morning? Then I see him, and I realize I didn't even need to ask myself that question. There's only one person in the whole Capitol city that would be here voluntarily. I haven't seen him since the other day when I hit him. This will probably be awkward.

"Fancy seeing you here, fire girl. It's only day five, already getting tired of watching the Games?"

"Cato, I've been sick of watching them since day one."

For some reason when I say this he gets a far off look in his eyes. It's almost like he is remembering something painful. The look only stays for a moment. Before I can even blink he's back to wearing his cocky smile. I stare at him for a few more seconds before he says something.

"Think fast, fire girl."

I look up and see that he's thrown a fake bird into the air. Naturally, I draw my bow and shoot the bird right through the eye. He throws another one up, and I do the same thing. I shoot six birds through the eye before running out of arrows. Cato's eyes are wide and he's wearing a half-smile. I can tell he's impressed, and for some reason that makes me pleased. I'm not sure why. I know how good I am with a bow, but seeing him look at me in awe gives me a sort of self-assurance I haven't ever felt before. However, I don't like having attention directed at me so I quickly turn the spotlight to him.

"Ok, now you show me what you can do."

A smug laugh escapes his peach colored lips. He turns on some sort of motor that sends the target dummies moving in opposite directions of one another. I look down at his hands to see four knives between each knuckle of his hands. It almost looks like he has shiny, silver claws. Suddenly, I hear eight thuds and when I look up I see the knives in each dummy's heart. He doesn't even wait for me to say anything.

"Thank you, thank you" he declares as if he's talking to a crowd and takes a bow.

I can feel myself smiling at him and wanting to laugh. He obviously picks up on this and winks at me. Immediately that makes me uncomfortable. I can't believe I'm actually becoming friends with this guy. He's a Career. He is bred to be a brutal killing machine. This all has to be some kind of sick joke. I bet he goes back to his apartment at night and laughs about how stupid I am. My face instantly changes from a smile to a frown and my eyebrows furrow.

"I have to go," I mumble hurriedly.

I put the bow down make a b-line straight for the door. I can't be with him any longer. I feel myself getting sick to my stomach.

"Wait," he calls out for me.

I keep walking, not even slowing my pace. From behind me I hear him running. He's fast so he beats me to the door, and is standing in front of it blocking my only way out.

"Get out of my way."

"No. Not until you tell me why you're suddenly freaking out."

Honestly, I'm not sure why I'm thinking these things. He has no reason to try and trick me, but I can't accept the fact that he is actually being nice to me. I also can't accept the fact that I actually like hanging out with him.

"Just move, Cato."

I try and shove him out of the way, but he's like a marble statue and won't budge. His crystal clear blue eyes are staring down at me. It looks like they're begging me to talk to him. I don't understand it, but he can speak volumes just through his eyes alone. That makes me angrier though. I don't want to look into his eyes. Why am I even still here? I try to push through him again.

"Katniss. Stop."

That actually does make me stop.

"You called me by my name."

"Well.. Yeah."

So I've given you a lot of sweet Cato, and I'm not sure if I like it. You tell me! There will definitely be more aggression between them as the Games progress. I know a lot of people up play the whole "mean Cato" thing and I'm just not sure I want to do that. I kind of imagine Cato as sweet, but only behind closed doors. Give me your opinions, and I'll definitely take them into consideration! I wasn't sure how to write this chapter since I included days 2-5 in it: tell me what you think! Review, Review, Review! I live for those! I probably wont update tomorrow because I have to go meet with my job and it's my fiance's day off. I will update as soon as I can, though. Review to make me write more!