Hey guys. I am happy to say I found out a way to continue my story. My laptop broke so now I'm using my phone.

I wait until I hear every door close. I open my door just enough to peer through. I see no one in the hallway. I step out and make my way to the roof.

The air outside is fresh and relaxing. There are noises coming from over the railing. I move my feet in that direction and take a look below.

The Capitol citizens are scattered through the streets. It seems like they are having some sort of Hunger Games party. Are these people seriously celebrating the coming of our
death?

I feel an urge to drop something on these disgraceful people. My brothers and I used to drop dough that had fallen on the dirty floor from the second floor window. We used to find it
funny until we realized it was just rude.

I wonder what they are doing right now. I wonder how my mom is taking the news of my love for Katniss. I wonder if my dad is keeping his promise of making sure Katniss's little sister
gets fed.

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around to see the male tribute from District Two. He actually came.

"What did you want to talk about?" He asks.

"I want to make a deal with you." I say looking him right in the eye. "I want in on the alliance."

His face registers confusion. "Why? What would we benefit from having you in the alliance?"

"Well, I'm strong and I can fight hand to hand and," I pause for dramatic effect "I can help you find her."

Now he seems intrigued. "Why?"

"I know you want her because she has outshined every tribute including you. I could care less about that."

"What else do you know?"

"I know things about her no other tribute can ever guess. I know how she got her eleven and how she's going to use it in the arena. I know where she's going to be camped also." I don't really know that last part, but he doesn't know that. I'll just make something up once we're in the arena.

He seems like he doesn't completely understand what I'm saying.

"I will team up with you and the rest of your allies and I will lead you to her. Once we find her you can kill her and after you can kill me. I won't fight you. Now this will only happen if you save her for last. Kill all the other tributes first."

His face turns suspicious as he appears to be thinking it over.

"It seems like a good offer, but why are you willing to help kill the girl you love?" He asks. He has me there. I need to think of something fast.

"I have my own reasons that you should not be concerned of." I say in my most confident tone. Thankfully he doesn't continue to question me about that. I hear him mummer the word rejected, but I pretend I didn't hear it.

"Alright deal." he says and we shake hands.

"Do not break your deal or else." I say tightening my grip on his hand to point where he feels pain.

"I won't." he says. I release his hand. "When the gong sounds we will need you to collect all the supplies before the other tributes can get to them."

I nod. He walks away back toward the stairway. Once he's out of sight I turn around and stare below. I don't want to go back inside to my room. It's so refreshing out here. I stay out here for I don't know how long. My mind keeps wondering to what tomorrow will be like. I want to know how the rest of the country will react when they see me teamed up with the Careers. I hope when I'm in the arena and when I die people would see that I died following my own rules. Sacrificing myself to give Katniss a chance to win. I doubt it though.

That is something the Capitol would never wanted to happen. I want to die in a way that I'm still myself. Like what my dad said. I make my own decisions. And saving Katniss is my decision. A voice interrupts my thoughts.

"You should be getting some sleep." she says. I look down over the railing and back up, but I don't turn around.

"I didn't want to miss the party. It's for us, after all." I say. She reappears next to me. I carefully glance over at her. She's squinting down at the crowd below us.

"Are they in costumes?" asks Katniss.

"Who could tell? With all the crazy clothes they wear here. Couldn't sleep either?" I ask her.

"Couldn't turn my mind off," she says exasperated.

"Thinking about your family," I say. I can't help but think of my family either. But I know that its less painful to try to push them from your mind.

Katniss puts on a pout. "No. All I can do is wonder about tomorrow. Which is pointless, of course."

I can feel her eyes observing me. "I am really sorry about your hands."

"It doesn't matter, Katniss, I've never been a contender in these Games anyway." I admit.

"That's no way to be thinking." she says.

"Why not? It's true. My best hope is not to disgrace myself and..." I stop myself from saying the last part. I can't exactly tell her because my confession was supposed to be pretend.

"And what?" she asks softly. Um...I guess I have to tell her. This may be my last chance to tell her the truth.

"I don't know how to say it exactly. Only..." I can't do it. I can't tell her. "I want to die as myself. Does that make any sense?" I ask. She shakes her head. Nice save I think to myself.

"I don't want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I'm not." Although I'm lying there is truth to what I'm saying. I don't want to become some sort of killing machine. Katniss bites her lip and looks over at my with some sort of guilty look. I don't know what she could possibly be guilty about.

"Do you mean you won't kill anyone?" she asks like she can't believe what she's hearing. Of course no matter how much I don't want to, I know that being apart of the careers I'll have to kill innocent lives.

"No, when the time comes, I'm sure I'll kill just like everybody else. I can't go down without a fight. Only I keep wishing I could think of a way to ... to show the Capitol they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their games."

"But you're not," she quickly responds. "None of us are. That's how the Games work."

"Okay, but within that framework, there's still you, there's still me." I say. "Don't you see?"

Come on she has to know what I'm talking about. She just has to, I can't be the only one who cares about this.

"A little. Only ... no offense, but who cares, Peeta?"

Really? I guess I am the only who really cares. I thought of all people she would understand. Right now in this moment, I feel a little ticked off. We both came from the district, we both saw the same things in that district. She should care.

"I do. I mean what else am I allowed to care about at this point." I look deep into her eyes. I want her to know what I feel. But, from her response I don't think she does. She steps away from me.

"Care about what Haymitch said. About staying alive."

This brings a mix of emotions to me. But they are nothing compared to my glee to hearing that statement. She cares about me even when she knows that only one leaves this city alive.

I feel a smile creep onto my lips. "Okay. Thanks for the tip, sweetheart." I can tell that I just offended her. I wait for her comeback. She over looks the city one more time then turns her head to me.

"Look, if you want to spend the last hours of your life planning some noble death in the arena, that's your choice. I want to spend mine in District Twelve." I'll make sure she does.

"Wouldn't surprise me if you did. Give my mother my best when you make it back, will you?" I say and I mean it. She steps slightly closer to me.

"Count on it." Then she turns around and starts walking toward the exit. I turn my head to watch her walk out. I turn back around and stare up at the sky.

You can hardly see any stars here. Back home, when I was just a little kid, me and my father used to stare at the sky and make pictures out of the stars. I push the thought from my mind. It hurts to think about them. A tear rolls down my cheek. I wipe it. I have to be strong, I can't be sensitive in anyway. I take one last deep breathe of fresh air and walk back to my room.

I change into soft comfortable pants. I take off my shirt and let it fall to the floor. I crawl under the covers and fall asleep when my head hits the pillow.

Okay, I just completed this story on my phone so I hope it comes out okay. Anyway, please review. I wish to hear some feedback. :)

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