WOW! We are at chapter 21. I can't believe it! I remember typing out the first chapter on my beloved laptop (which is now broken) and uploading it to fan fiction as if it was yesterday. Time flies, doesn't it? Anyway, I don't want to bore all of you with unimportant stuff so here it is.

Disclaimer: I will never deserve to own The Hunger Games in a million years.

Immediately after the explosion rang throughout the arena, my ears picked up the sound of shouting. In the distance, I can make out three figures sprinting through the trees. They may pass a blur, but I do recognize them as Cato, Clove, and Marvel.

Just as I'm about to wonder where Glimmer and Lucille are, scenes from the tracker jacker tree flash through my mind.

Both are dead. Both are gone from this world. Both left to wherever you go after this life.

That is where I want to go, but for some reason Death has not taken me. I know I am severely injured and dieting as time passes. Why can't Death take me? What more do I have to go through? I want the pain to stop. Every time I try to move even just an inch of my body, it screams and protests at me causing me to wince from the pain. There is nothing for me to do, so I close my eyes and find sleep again.

I couldn't have asked for a more perfect dream. Nothing right now can comfort me more than the dream I am experiencing. I am in a world of Katniss, now. Almost every beautiful memory I have of her appears.

Katniss on the very first day of school. My father pointing her out to me while lining up. Her red plaid dress and her hair braided in two. My father telling me of her mother. Katniss in music assembly, singing the Valley Song. Every bird outside stopped to listen. The teacher helping Katniss off the stool and telling her she has a lovely voice. To me, Katniss's voice was more than lovely. It was the most beautiful thing I had every heard. That was the day I first fell in love with her.

Katniss at fourteen years old, trading with my father at the back door of the bakery. I watch from my bedroom window. She carries a bag slung over her shoulder and two squirrels in her hand. I watch as my father takes the two squirrels from her gently and weighs them in his hand. He nods his head and walks in side. He reappears with two fine loaves of bread. He hands them to her and says thank you. She graciously take them and my closes the door. I watch her as raises both loaves close to her nose and takes a whiff. A smile spreads across her face as she walks out of view.

Katniss sitting across from Madge Undersee, the mayor's daughter, eating lunch and occasionally glancing around the room. I watch her, every movement. I see the way she twiddles her fork between her forefinger and middle finger. I see the way she pushes the hair that had escaped her braid behind her ear to keep it from her tray of food. My best friend Calum pokes his finger into my side and nudges my shoulder asking me why I keep zoning out. I would just shake him off and from the corner of my eye, see him give me a crooked smirk.

Katniss with her beautiful brown hair in its signature braid and Prim with a blonde braid over each shoulder stopping at the bakery display window. Prim gawking at the cakes I had recently iced for display. Katniss giving her a sweet smile before locking eyes with me just for a moment and pulling her sister away from the window and continuing walking.

This is how I want to remember her. The girl from home. The girl who didn't talk to anyone at school. The girl who went beyond the fence of District Twelve. The girl who had the guts to go into the Hob alone. The girl who protected her sister at any cost. The girl I was in love with.

Suddenly, I am awaken by the boom of the canon. Shortly after, I hear the sound of chirping. mockingjays. I can hear it in the distance. The mockingjays are singing a tune. The tune is almost sad, but at the same time comforting. Another canon goes off. Two people just died, but what about the birds? The mockingjays must have picked up the tune from somewhere, but where. From who?

A hovercraft materializes a fair distance from my current location. It lowers down into the trees slightly. Then it disappears from the sky. I wonder who it was. I guess I'll have to wait until tonight to find out who. I close my eyes once again and darkness pulls me under.

I reawaken to the sound of the anthem. I slowly blink my eyes open to see a blurry image of the seal. It transitions to Marvel. Then, the little girl from 11. I can't believe it. Marvel is dead and not just him. That little girl, the twelve-year-old, is gone. She was just a kid. I can't believe the Capitol allows this. No, created this. She hardly got to enjoy her life.

The next day is uneventful. So, I spend most of it dreaming. I dream of home, my family, Katniss, her family, and my friends. When I'm not asleep, I'm thinking. I'm not really thinking. Just imagining. I think of the future.

Katniss will win and go home. Then, Katniss and her family will all move into the Victor's Village. Sooner or later, she and Gale will marry just like everyone in the Hob said they would. Katniss will have beautiful children that look like her. Katniss and Gale will teach them to be magnificent hunters. Prim hopefully won't have to ever face the Games and she'll fall in love and marry. She will probably become a healer just like her mother.

My eldest brother, Brody, will take over the bakery with his wife. They'll have children and Brody will teach them to bake. Rye will most likely marry into another business or he will co-own the bakery with Brody. My dad and mother will watch over my brothers, well at least my dad will. Everyone's lives will continue without me... and I'm perfectly fine with that.

I must have doze off because the next thing I know it's night-time and the anthem is playing. The seal appears, but nothing else. There were no deaths today. Just as I'm about to close my eyes, trumpets play. Normally in the games, trumpets mean a feast, but something else is being announced.

"Attention, tributes. Attention. The rule allowing a single victor has been... suspended. Two tributes may be crowned if both originate from the same district. This will be the only announcement," says Claudius Templesmith.

So, two tributes can win if they're from the same district. Why would they change the rules? I didn't even think there were rules to the games. Except for the unspoken rule of not eating each other. There had to have been a reason behind the rule change. Could it have been... no, that's ridiculous. Of course, it may be a possibility. There would be no other logical explanation as of why the Gamemakers are allowing two tributes a chance to win. We must be popular over the audience for them to give us a chance to both live. Well, it was a waste of their efforts. Katniss would never find me, let alone look for me.

I hope you liked the chapter. The next one may be up next week. I just want to tell all of you reading this that I LOVE YOU ALL! I love the readers who leave reviews and favorite and follow this story. I even love the readers who don't have the time to review or just don't want to review. I just love you all are reading. That's just what I care about the most. The fact that a lot of you are still reading this story after 21 chapters. Just…THANK YOU!

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