I'm glad everybody like my story so far...this is probably the saddest chapter or thing I will ever write in my life. Sorry haven't posted in a week, I had exams. Don't forget to R&R!

Who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?
- Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri

Everything was a blur when I woke up. I tried to shun things, memories, particulary memories of yesterday, away from my mind. But it was inexplicitly hard. The dreams were haunting. They came one after the other. They didn't end.

I woke up crying in fear.

"There's a fighter today." Trey whispered in my ear. It had to be midday, I slept through the whole night. And worse, there was purple rings under Trey's eyes.

I shot up quietly. "What do you mean by 'fighter'? Is someone crossing the Careers path?" I asked, immediately scanning for an uproar.

Trey chuckled quietly. "Careers? Not quite. But the girl from Seven, I believe her name was Livia, is going out of her way to give Jessa a good fight. It's a hell of a show, best entertainment for the Capitol." I can only imagine the citizens. They're probably watching from Trey and I's perspective, our angle of the camera.

"What are the others doing?" I asked sharply, turning my attention back to him. "They're just watching them battle each other?"

Trey nodded. "They know Jessa's going to win. Infact, I think Jessa is just trying to make a show. But yes, they just watch them for the amusement."

Before I looked at Livia and Jessa I looked at Blue, the twins, and ruthless Cristan. They were all leaning against the Cornucopia. Faith was braiding the end of her hair. Cristan was yawning. Blue was sharpening a spears head and whispering to Faith, who giggled at whatever he said. But Fathom take's the cake.

Fathom was snoring peacefully, propped by his sister's shoulder.

Then my attention averted to the battle that was possibly all the rage in the Capitol.

The girl from Seven just managed to get past Jessa's defense and stabbed her forearm. Blood oozed from the cut as Jessa gave a furious cry of pain. Jessa didn't bother with a weapon and just kicked Livia backwards, making her stumble. Jessa raised her foot to give Livia another good kick but Livia apparently had fast instincts. She grabbed Jessa by the ankle and Jessa fell backwards. Her sword was out of her reach. No one has prepared for this to happen.

"Last words, pussy cat?" the girl whisper-hissed in a demonic voice. I had to give her props, she was potraying an act very well.

I really wished I had some popcorn, for this fabulous show. "This girl has some serious guts." I said lowly, supressing a grin. Trey nodded in agreement.

But this was the climax. And we needed something, someone, to make a suprise twist. And that's exactly what Cristan did when he shot the spear with such flawless aim. He didn't move, he didn't say anything. He just shot. And it hit her in her ribcage. And the cannon fired.

"Yes." Jessa said, leaping back to her feet, reclaiming her sword. "Never call me a 'pussy cat'." She whispered in the same tone to the lifeless body.

"And another point to the Careers." I mumbled sarcastically, frowning, We were only inches away from Jessa dying.

"I wouldn't celebrate to quickly." Trey was amused but serious. He pointed to a shadow, lurking near the Cornucopia. "Good 'ol Titus is back, and hungry as ever."

It was a joke but yet I was still repulsed. I knew what he was going to do. We knew what he was going to do. But Blue didn't. Faith didn't. Fathom didn't (although, I don't he would be consicous to understand). Cristan didn't. Hell, even Jessa didn't. And I didn't want them to know. They don't deserve to. Not even Jessa.

But they didn't see him; and he didn't see them. It was like a huge wall towered between them and you couldn't see nor hear past it. And frightfully, the dead girl was on Titus's side of the wall. And that was all he saw.

I tried to look away this tim. I really did. But it's hard. You have to be really focused on looking away. He sliced her open, taking a vital organ in one of his hands and gnawing at it feverishly. He kicked her limp body away and ran away, suddenly aware of the Careers watching with frozen expressions.

But the reactions were different.

Jessa cupped her hand over her mouth as if she was shocked and about to puke. Her face was paling and I could hear her words of regret. She wished that she was closer to the Cornucopia. Cristan, the heartless teenager he is, pretended like nothing had ever happen. Faith was weeping silently into her arms, Fathom stroking her back soothingly. Blue...Blue tried to comfort Jessa's hysterics. Were they an item now?

He leaned in and kissed her, and my suspicions were correct. They were an item and it was absolutely priceless. Or if your me, cheap as fool's gold.

But I was frozen. Not with fear. Or disgust. But betrayal. "Serenity? Serenity? Serenity?" When I gave my attention to Trey he asked, "What's wrong? Do you feel sick again?"

"He kissed her." I whispered. "He kissed her. How could he do that? Why would he do that?" I contiued.

Trey stared at me, then he looked over at Blue and Jessa snuggling close to each other to keep warm. If they get nude, I will loose it. "I bet you it's an act. I saw it in training, he hates her." He said softly, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

I shook my head. "But she loves him. And after the reapings do you know what Blue said to me? He said, 'I like Jessa.'" I said furiously.

Trey tilted my chin upward. "What did you say after?" He asked curiously, changing the subject.

I tried to recall exactly what I had said in return to Blue. Remembering, I stiffened. Did I actually say that? "I said..." I started slowly, "My word's were 'Well, I want Trey as an ally' and when he obliged I walked away from everyone."

Trey blinked. "You're such a liar, Serenity Starr." He laughed.

"I'm not lying!" I protested. "I guess I wanted someone young like me and well, Ebony was like you said...too gentle."

And suddenly it was like a magical moment. Both of us were leaning closer and finally our lips touched. His was warm against my icy cool ones. I guess we didn't feel like pushing it because seconds later we pulled apart.

"You kiss as well as you fight." Trey murmured.

I smiled coyly. "Does that mean I'm too fierce?" I teased.

He raised an eyebrow but said nothing. I can't help thinking tonight I had my first kiss; and it was as great as I could imagine.

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An unmistakenable sound of a cannon fired. And I was all alone. Trey was gone. Do you understand how much hyperventalating I can process a minute.

And then Trey, being the idiot he can be, snuck up behind me and poked me in the sides. I jumped and gave a little shriek, and I was so scared I brought my knife to his neck. "Did I do something wrong?"

I barred my teeth to keep from screaming, smiling, or any where in between. "I thought you were dead, I thought you were Titus!" I hissed furiously.

"Well, I'm not, I'll have you know." He informed me, stepping out of my grasp. "And the fact you're now always assuming a death belongs to Titus annnoys me."

"Do you know what happened with the cannon?" I quickly changed the subject, I didn't want nor need Titus on my mind.

Sadly, it was inevitable. "Oh yeah, I was out looking for water and I saw Titus attacking the dude from District Eleven." He shook his head. When he saw my face falling he said, "But we can't help it. And if we don't hunt we'll end up like him."

"I will never be like Titus."

"No, no, no! I meant like the boy from District Eleven." He said quickly and then saw my face angering even more. "Dead, Serenity. Not eaten."

"I still don't want to go out there, Trey. He's still out there and I don't want to be anywhere near there." I protested. "We can do it tomorrow." I almost added, 'If there are no more deaths today.' but decided against it.

"Serenity we need food and I don't care if you won't come with me but I'm going. And you can't stop me." He said, picking a knife from the backpack. "So the questions remains: Will you join me."

I sighed. If I didn't, bad things were more likely to happen. There's eleven other tributes ready to kill us. "Sure." I grabbed a knife and strapped it to my belt. "In an hour we meet back here alright? I don't care if you caught nothing or a whole herd of deers, do ypu hear me?"

He chuckled. "Yes, mom." He pointed to the left side of the forest. "I go that way and you go that way."

I nodded. "Agreed. I'll see you in an hour." I had a strange feeling in the back of my throat but I ignored it and turned to the right side of the forest.

I would be able to find something, if there was anything. My skills with the knife is impeccable but that's the only skills I have. I'm not fast, I can't fight, I can't stay still for a long time. That would be all I have to rely on.

The right side of the forest had less trees then our camp. Squirels were running everywhere, defenselessly. I most likely could have got one of them but I wanted something a little bigger and tastier. The sound of squirel stew did not appeal to my taste buds. Or to my head.

The corner of my eye spotted something grey bouncing around the clearing. It looked like a fully grown rabbit. I edged closer to it hesitantly. The squirels might have acted normal but you never know in these games. I have yet to be on the other side of the Gamemakers wrath and I most certainly want to start now with a bunny.

I went closer and closer to the moment but at the last second he scurried away as fast as he could. I gave a sound of anger and decided to just go back to camp. I had another fifteen minutes left. Maybe I would join Trey with his hunt. Hopefully he caught something,

I ran back to the camp. Trey wasn't anywhere near. I heard a sound though, so I inched close to it. I only stopped once because I was sure I saw a pair of eyes watching me. When I took a double-take there was nothing.

"Hey Tr-" I stopped dead in my tracks and immediately hid behind a tree. I covered my hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming.

Trey was on the floor unconsious, covered in a pool of his own blood. Leaning over him, clutching the murder weapon, was Titus, looking more demonic as ever. I saw him lean to Trey with proximity I was not okay with. I knew exactly what he was going to do.

I felt the tears sting the back of my eyes and before I could stop them they started streaming down my cheeks. This can't be happening. Not now. It's only the fifth day. Not him. Not him. Not Trey.

"Get away from him!" I screamed, not being able to help myself. I had my knife raised and ready to have my first kill.

Titus looked up, startled that a twelve year old would challenge him. His eyes were full of the semi-fear look but his lips were totally coy. "And if I don't?" He taunted.

I wiped the tears away from eyes. I sized up the knife then him then looked at Trey who was losing more blood as we speak. "I'll kill you. It's a promise and a threat." I said menacingly and my mouth tasted salty.

"You couldn't." He said.

I flung then knife at him and he couldn't dodge it in time, I landed in this side. "Try me." I hissed. I knew I had no more weapons on me, I had to go out on a limb. "Leave or I will finish you."

He looked at me then at Trey and then back at me. "Your dead next time I see you, Sparkle."

I smiled sweetly behind my anger and tears. "It's Serenity."

He winced at the pain and left running when I I taunted him. by bracing myself closer to him. I rushed over to Trey. His lips were stained with the red blood.

I took his soft hand in mine. He groaned in pain. "Serenity?" He choked and I'm positive his lips didn't move.

Tears spilled from my eyes. "I'm here." I whispered, sitting next to him, not caring about the blood everywhere.

"It hurts." He moaned.

"I know, I know." I stroked his cheek, soothingly. The sticky liquid covered my hand.

"Make it go away." He begged his eyes opening slightly.

"I can't." I shook my head even though he couldn't see it.

"Finish me." He whispered. "Take my knife and finish me, please."

"No!" I cried and more tears fell onto the snow. I felt numb.

"Please, just make it go away." He pleaded, moaning in more pain.

I looked at him and knew he was going through agony. I looked at the knife next to him and picked it up. "Okay." I finally said. "Your just going to feel a pinch, okay?"

He nodded painfully. "Thank you." He paused. "For everything. Goodbye Serenity Starr." He whispered.

I looked away and brought my knife down on his chest, right wear his heart was. Trey's breath was caught and the cannon fired. He was dead. "Goodbye Trey." I whispered, and kissed his forehead.

I stayed with him until the hovercraft came. And when he was gone I ran. I ran faster than I ever had before. I ran until I found a hiding spot.

I crawled into a cave and sobbed until everything was black.