The interviews go by fast. It was so late at night I couldn't really remember them. But I do remember a boy from 12 professing his love to the other tribute in his district. Barf! I think.

Now what's next is the start of the games. I sit above the Fountain, on the couch where me and Marvel sit. The television is on and Caesar is explaining the possibilities of what the arena could look like. He is also recapping the other Hunger Games.

"The best feeling is when the tribute becomes the victor," he says and the guy next to him agrees.

I feel my eyes droop and I fall into a dream filled sleep.

I am standing in the woods. It's unfamiliar and familiar at the same time. I've never been here, but I might of seen it on the television. I gasp as I figure out where I am.

I'm in the Hunger Games. The same Hunger Games where my brother died.

A figure runs past me. I recognize my brothers shiny blonde hair. I don't recall making my feet move, but they do.

I follow him deeper into the woods. The trees get thicker and taller. He stumbles over a couple of roots but keeps on getting back up. After a while we reach a shallow pool and he dives right in.

There was a snap and he wildly turns toward it.

"You know you could never run," a boy from District Two bares his teeth.

"Please, don't," my brother, Anthony, begs as the boy from District Two pulls out all sorts of knives, "I will do anything. Just please don't kill me!"

"Well, you are only 14, bu-ut," Two throws one of the knives and I try to run towards Anthony, but my legs prevent me from moving.

It all happens in slow motion, I try to scream but my voice doesn't make a sound. The knife hits my brother in the heart and the cannon booms.

I sit straight up, sweating, my heart racing a thousand miles per hour. I wipe a tear from my face but that doesn't prevent the flow of tears pouring down my face.

I hear the faint hum of people talking below me in the Fountain. I think about going down there but I'm afraid of what they will think of me.

Footsteps echo up the stairs and I see Elizabeth coming through the doorway. I get up and run into her arms.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" she runs my hair.

"I had another dream, about, about Anthony," I sob.

"Baby girl it's going to be fine. It's just a dream," she assures me.

Is it though? I wonder. It's hard enough to see him die once.

Sorry this is such a short chapter! I'm kinda tired so I didn't want to writea lot! Please review! I love it! Have a great day! :)