When I reach my room, the effects of not sleeping the night before grip me hard, and I tumble into bed without getting undressed. I fall asleep soon after, but my dreams are as restless as my sleep.

My dreams are filled with Katniss. Katniss being hacked apart by the tributes, Katniss being killed by mutations. The last dream before I wake up is the worst though.

I'm in the arena again, hunting for food when I feel something. Every nerve in my body is telling me something is wrong. I start running, although I'm not sure where I'm running to until I hit a break in the trees. I'm at the clearing in the arena, the one we found just before the end of the games. Just before I won.

A feeling of dread hits me, and I hear someone cry out. Katniss is in the middle of the clearing, lay where Britt lay, knife sticking out of her shoulder. She looks at me, eyes wide, and screams for me to run. I'm frozen in place though, as I watch President Snow appear from the bushes, mouth dripping blood and leaving a sea of roses in his wake. He walks straight over to Katniss and stops, smiling down at her with bloody teeth.

He brings up a knife before driving it into her body. I wake up in a cold sweat.

After I've recovered from the dream, I get out of bed and head to the shower. I'm lazily clicking at buttons until an ice cold wall of water hits me, followed by foul smelling foam. I gag and fumble at the buttons until I get the water back, then try and salvage my shower.

20 minutes later, I'm walking down to the dining room, feeling worse than I did when I woke up. I couldn't get the stink from that foam out of my hair. I sit down at the table without getting any food, and rest my head on the table. Sue is sitting next to me, eyeing me.

"What's up Jugs the Clown, couldn't sleep with the weight of those airbags on your chest?" She asks me, laughing at herself.

I lift my head up, noticing that the avox girl has poured me some coffee. I smile at her and take a big gulp. "No, just couldn't sleep."

"Well, you better hurry up with breakfast, we've gotta be down in the Center by nine." She tells me, taking a sip from her own cup.

"Oh yes, another thrilling day down at the meat market." I roll my eyes and drain my coffee cup before standing. "Come on then, don't want to keep the camera's waiting, do we?"

I know the score for today, we'll smile for the camera's, talk about how good our tributes are, and how they need sponsors, before going out into the public and trying to drum up some support. I hate days like today.

We get in the elevator and watch the doors slide closed, and I sigh, despite trying my hardest not to. I know today's going to be harder than any of the other days. We stop at floor seven, and the doors slide open. Johanna slides in and quickly hits the button for the doors to close before standing next to me.

"In a hurry, Johanna?" I ask her, raising an eyebrow.

"I just don't want to ride with Blight, I've got to spend all day with that moron, and I'd like a couple of minutes to myself." She spits at me.

I can hear Sue chuckling behind me.

The doors open again at floor one, and Quinn floats into the elevator. "Sue, Johanna." She stands on the other side of me, looking down at the chain around my neck. "Santana."

I mumble a greeting at her, avoiding eye contract. I can feel a blush creeping up my neck, but I push it back down. Now is not the time to be acting like a giddy school girl.

When the doors slide open again, we're barely out of the cab before the tv crew descends on us, taking us off to various locations for our interviews.

I sigh deeply as people flap around me, knowing my day will be long.