Cinna gave me a half-smile when he saw me. I stood in the doorway, trying to smile back at him. It was hard, now that I knew what he had done.

"Hello there, Girl on Fire," Cinna said softly. "Are you ready?"

I gave him a small nod and walked towards him. He helped me dress in my undergarments, and then I followed him to the roof where I would mount the hovercraft. Once on the ladder, I froze, and the tracker was injected into my arm. Then the hovercraft took Cinna and I to the Launch Room.

I didn't really speak. When I was with Peeta, all my fear sort of melted away, and the Hunger Games didn't seem so intimidating and terrifying. Now that Peeta was somewhere else, and now that I didn't know if I would ever actually see him again, the fear began to seep back into me. I thought Cinna understood this; we were silent.

We entered the Launch Room. Cinna did my hair and then brought out my tribute outfit. We examined it as I put it on.

"Fitted jumpsuit, sheer," Cinna commented, feeling the fabric between his fingers.

"Why blue?" I asked.

"Normally they choose the colors based on camouflage. Maybe the terrain is bright blue," he said, only half joking. I dressed in the jumpsuit as Cinna held up the next piece: a belt.

"Bright blue with purple trees?" I said smiling.

"It's padded. And you're right, the shiny purple is a bit odd."

"At least the shoes are black," I said, sliding my feet into a pair of nylon shoes with rubber soles. They fight tightly, like they would refuse to come off now that I put them on. It wasn't uncomfortable though; I felt like the tightness would be valuable in the arena.

"These clothes won't protect you from the cold," Cinna said, still thinking about what the arena could be, trying to help me.

"What about the heat?"

"Well, I don't see what else it could be. Oh, and here's this," he said, handing me my mockingjay pin. I stared at it in my hand for a long time, considering whether I should bring it along or not. Cinna had done a reckless thing, making me a mockingjay.

"Cinna, about my dress," I mumbled.

"I channel my emotions through my work," he said without letting me finish my thought. He took the pin, unhooked my belt, and pinned it on the inside of my belt where no one would see it, but I knew it was there. I was glad to keep it with me. I could remember my district and family, something that seemed so far off and unreal that it slipped my mind so often. "Then no one can get hurt besides me."

"Cinna, I don't want you to get hurt," I said loudly, not knowing how else to put my thoughts.

There was a loud noise, signaling that tributes were to get on the Launch Pad. I turned to look at Cinna, not even trying to hide the fear that was in my expression. Cinna kissed my forehead.

"Good luck, Mockingjay. I'm still betting on you," he said, his voice cracking. I began to cry a little too. Now I knew something would happen to him when I was in the arena. "Please, win."

"Thank you for everything, Cinna," I cried, stepping on the Launch Pad after giving him one last hug. The clear doors closed in front of me, but my Pad didn't move. I was confused, but when I looked up at Cinna, he looked terrified. He began to viciously tear through the room, trying to find something. I didn't know what.

Then, two Peacekeepers came in. One raised a gun, and next thing I could see was Cinna lying on the ground with a large hole through his stomach. He began to gasp for air as the two Peacekeepers grabbed both his arms and pulled him out of the room. He looked at me, crying. My Pad began to move, but I hit the walls, wanting to rush to him. Cinna. What had they done to him? Was he going to die? I pounded harder until suddenly, there weren't walls anymore.

"Welcome to the 75th Annual Hunger Games!"

The arena.

My thoughts of Cinna immediately vanished as I took in the arena around me. My chest pounded as I grew more afraid.

I saw nothing but water at first. Then I noticed the beaches and the tall, branchless trees. There wasn't any land near enough for me to jump onto, just water.

The water lapped over my plate and onto my shoes, but my feet remained dry. The shoes kept the water out. I stuck my hand down into the water and put a drop on my tongue. Salt, not drinkable.

The Cornucopia was directly in front of me. It had twelve spokes from it, and the tributes stood in between them, about 20 feet away from land. The fastest way to the Cornucopia was straight. Good thing I could swim.

My eyes glanced around for Peeta. I couldn't see him. The Gamemakers must have placed him opposite of me on purpose. I grew a little angry, but that anger just made me want to beat them even more. I saw that a set of arrows and a bow as well as a couple of small swords were right in front of me. I could easily reach them first.

"10, 9, 8, 7," a voice counted down. I got ready to dive into the water, praying that there weren't any mysterious creatures below to drown me.

"6, 5, 4, 3," the voice continued. Nothing mattered at that moment except surviving past this bloodbath. Survive, find Peeta, get out.

"2."

My stomach flipped unexpectedly. Tears fell from my eyes, and I took a deep breath.

"1!"

I dove into the water and swam as fast as I could.

Survive. Find Peeta. Get out.

Cinna's final words to me resonated now more than ever. Please, win.

Now I had to do it, for Cinna.

I arrived at the Cornucopia and didn't see anyone at first, so I started to grab weapons. After I had slung the arrows and bow over my shoulder, I started to stick swords through my belt. I was about to start running down the strip of land when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Jumping back, I saw Finnick holding up his hand. A golden band with the word "mockingjay" etched into was on around his wrist.

"Got everything?" he asked, smiling at me. Biting my lip, I nodded.

"Except Peet…"

"Duck!" he suddenly yelled, chucking a trident over my shoulder to hit someone. Before I could look to see who it was, Finnick grabbed my arm and began to run. My head darted around quickly, trying to find Peeta.

"We have to…"

"Sorry, we can't slow down. And we can't swim because of your baby. Just try and keep up, Ivy. We'll make it!" Finnick said. He sounded so concerned for me that I could cry. But I needed Peeta.

"Where's Peeta?"

"Everything is fine."

"No, I need him," I said, hating how weak I sounded. But he was the only way I could make it through these Games. I thought we would be together from the start; I couldn't go without him.

"We're going to meet up with him later," Finnick said.

"How would you know where to meet up with him?"

"Just keep running, Ivy," Finnick instructed as we began to reach the jungle. I took one last glance towards the Cornucopia, hoping to see Peeta running after me. He wasn't.

"Finnick!" I screamed.

"I'm sorry, Ivy!" he shouted back, ripping my arm with him as he tore through the woods. "I'm sorry."

And then I couldn't see the water anymore. I never even saw Peeta. Cannons were going off. He could be gone. I ripped my arm from Finnick's grip, slightly angry with Finnick, though I knew this couldn't have been his plan. I ran with him through the jungle.

If this was Haymitch's plan all along, I hated him for it.

All I could do at that moment was hope and pray that Peeta was still alive. If he wasn't, I didn't know what I would do. Tears slid down my cheeks, but they didn't stop me. I struggled to keep up with Finnick, but I knew no one would sponsor me if I was weak. I set my jaw, and sprinted faster, breathing heavily, thinking just one name over and over again.

Peeta.