With Haymitch's words ringing in my ears, we wait for the elevator. As we get in, I feel a little bit of anxiety building as we descend. Peeta looks over and gives me a reassuring smile.

If the tributes seemed big during the recap, they are huge now. My heart is in my toes. There's no way I'll be able to see my family again. Peeta appears by my side and senses that I am upset.

"You're ok," he says in an attempt to cheer me up. Like Clad. Oh Clad, if only you are here with me now.

We do as Haymitch said and I make it through my first day of training. We have a delicious dinner of stew and a drink called hot chocolate, which warms me from the inside out.

That night I find myself thinking of home and go to sleep with tears on my face.

When Effie wakes me up, I shower but don't unlock the door. She knocks on the door 20 minutes later.

"Delphi?" I don't answer and I hear her footsteps fade away.

I hear Haymitch knock, louder.

"Delphi? Are you in there?" I hear the worry in his voice.

I stay silent.

"Get ... Door ... Delphi..." I can't make out what they are saying until, I hear I really loud banging on the door. They are trying to break the door in.

That scares me for some reason. They finally unhinge the door.

"Shh, don't cry sweetheart." Haymitch soothes. I am surprised to find that my face is wet. I didn't even know I was crying.

They sit me on the couch and ask what is wrong. Peeta is there and for some reason, I blush.

"I, I " I stammer and start crying again. It takes me a while to get the words out.

"I am scared. Everyone is so big and I have no chance of winning. So why do I need to train. I'm just going to die." This idea of me dying brings fresh sobs that wrack my body. I curl up in a ball on the couch while Haymitch pats my back.

"You don't know that." Haymitch starts. "Last night, you were really on fire, if you don't mind me saying so. Everyone loved you guys. Cinna has helped you to get the Capitol's attention on you. If you can get through training and the private training, then you have the interviews." I take a deep breath.

Another voice interrupts Haymitch. "She'll be good at that." I turn around to see Peeta with a sad smile on his face. "She's very ... like able." Why did he do that?

"Ok," Haymitch continues. "Then you have the interviews. Caesar will help you out. He always does."

"I'm not worried about all that. I'm worried about the arena." I say quietly. Now I am embarrassed. I don't think any other tribute has ever has some kind of break down like this.

"We'll cross that bridge right before we get to it. Don't worry about it now. Get some breakfast and head down to training. And I want you training together again." He and Peeta share a glance. What is going on with the two of them?

Oddly, I get through my second day of training. When I am at the knot tying station with Peeta, I notice someone watching me. It is the blond girl from District 1. She staring at me intently, and I can't tell if it is from hate or curiosity. I go to my room to get ready and find that Cinna has laid out a beautiful purple dress for me to wear to dinner. As I leave my room, complete with its new door, I see Peeta come out of Haymitch's room.

"Are you sure? I want you to be sure so you can follow through ..." Haymitch comes out of his room. "Sorry Delphi, I didn't see you there. "

"Is Peeta sure of what?" I ask.

"Nothing." Peeta says quickly. "Shall we go down to eat? I'm starving."

At dinner Haymitch asks us what we think we want to do for our private training session with the Gamemakers.

"If you want to tell each other - that is." Haymitch adds.

"It's fine with me," Peeta says.

"Peeta, you should use your strength. Chuck things around. Use a knife if you think you are that skilled. Delphi..." He trails off.

"I know. I'm just average..."

"No!" Haymitch yells and I slide my chair back in fright.

"Sorry. You need to use the bow and arrow if you can. I've seen you climb around at home, once or twice with your twin. Climb around and if you can through knives or shoot while you climb even better. And you are not average," he finishes.

"Ok," I murmur.