I am surrounded by men. They all keep grabbing at me. I look around me and I'm surrounded, they have all gathered in a circle. There is only about twenty men. I try to find an escape but to no avail. I feel like a trapped animal who has no escape. I keep looking around though, trying to find a break in the circle, and I see one. One part of the circle has broken off and left a path way. This is it. I say. This is where I escape. I try to make a run for it but hands have grabbed me and pulled me back. I look towards the pathway and see a figure walk up. I look again and see that it is Peeta. I am instantly relieved because I know he will get me out of here.
"Peeta, please help me!" I yell. "Please, you have to get me out of here."
"Help you? Why would I help you?" He tells me viciously. "You're just a little slut who can't keep her legs crossed." Each word cutting me like a knife. Why would he say those things to me. He says it because its true. It is true, and that fact makes it hurt even more.
"I know." I say barely audible.
He looks at me with a look of repulsion, and turns around and starts to walk away. He stops for a moment and looks back. "You can have her guys." And then he leaves.
Everything all happens at once. My clothes start being ripped off and then they start to have their way with me. I scream a blood curdling scream. "Help! Please!" But nobody hears me, or cares to listen. I feels hands on me, but this time it feels different, it feels weird. "Katniss, wake up." I hear a voice tell me. "Katniss, please!"
I open my eyes and see Prim standing over me. She immediately envelops me in a hug. I try, for her sake, to hold back the tears.
"Katniss," She says after a few minutes. "Do you want to talk about it." I shake my head. As much as I would want to talk about it, she can't find out. Because if I told her about my nightmare, she would question as to why I would have that dream in the first place.
We sit there for I don't know how long until I tell her, "Prim, go back to bed."
She looks at me. Then she gets up and grabs my hand in hers. "Okay, but if you ever want to talk, about anything, just let me know." She walks out of the room and I cover up under the sheets and go back to sleep.
I wake up the next day and realize that today is kind of a dreadful day. Today is the reading of the card. Today I'm going to find out the fate of the people I have to mentor. How many extra tributes will be thrown in this year?
I want to find something to distract me so I don't have to think about it. Since the reading isn't till the evening. I can't go hunting, not since our new Head Peacekeeper, Romulus Thread. There are whipping posts everywhere now. I can go see Peeta. I think that will be the perfect distraction.
I hear a knock at the door, and I go to open it, and when I do, I see that he beat me to it.
"Peeta! Hey, I was just about to find you. Come inside, its too cold to be out there." We walk over to the living room and sit down. After a while of just talking, he notices that there is something wrong.
"Katniss, what are you thinking about? You seem distant today." Well I was just thinking about my dream last night, but I am not going to tell him that. I am also scared about what the card will say. So I tell him that.
"I'm just scared..."
"Of?"
"Well today is the reading of the card, I'm scared of what it will say."
"Well what ever happens, you're going to be okay."
"I know, but still. It worries me." He gathers me up in his arms and tells me that everything is going to be alright. I just hope that he is right.
A few hours later, Peeta, my mom, Prim, and I are gathered in front of the T.V for the reading. I am clutching Peeta's hand for support and he wraps his arm around me.
On the screen, I see the man who has caused me so much pain: President snow. When ever I see him it sets me on edge. I stiffen and I guess Peeta feels it because he pulls me closer. I look to the screen again and see that he is holding a wooden box and then he starts to speak. He speaks of the Dark Days from which the Hunger Games were born. When the laws for the Hunger Games were laid out, they dictated that every twenty-five years the anniversary would be marked by a Quarter Quell. It is a glorified version of the games to make fresh of the memory of those killed by the districts' rebellion.
"On the twenty-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that their children were dying because of their choice to initiate violence, every district was made to hold an election and vote on the tributes who would represent it.
That must be horrible. How can anyone just vote on who would go in.
"On the fiftieth anniversary, as a reminder that two rebels died for each Capitol citizen, every district was required to send twice as many tributes."
That was the year Haymitch won. The odds were definitely not in their favor that year.
"I had a friend who went that year," my mother says. "Maysilee Donner." That is the first I have ever heard of Maysilee Donner.
"And now we honor our third Quarter Quell," says the president. "On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, one tribute will be reaped from the ages twelve to eighteen, and one tribute will be reaped from their existing pool of victors."
What does that mean? As I try to figure it out in my mind, Peeta holds me tighter, and Mom and Prim are on the verge of crying. I now figure it out. One tribute will be between the ages of twelve and eighteen, whether it be male or female. And one tribute will be out of the victors. The only victors in Twelve are me and Haymitch, so either Haymitch and I are going back into the arena.
I only have one coherent thought.
I might be going back into the arena.
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