Hello, its me again, so from this point on ther rest of the story/plot is mine. I still don't own the Hunger Games but pretty much the rest of the OC's in the story. Anyway i hope you enjoy. :)

Chapter 3

"Well there you are, our tributes for the 70th annual Hunger Games," Tara said then she turned to me and my brother, "And may the odds be ever in your favor." After that the closing music played and me and my brother were ushered into the Justice building. Without thinking I grabbed his hand and gave him a reassuring squeeze, but his hand remained limp, as if I never even touched it.

"Wait in these rooms for your visitors," the peace keeper stated. "If you have any, he mumbled under his breathe. And just like that my brother and I were ripped apart from each other and shove into different rooms.

I waited in my room, my knees tucked up to my chest staring down at my tattered shoes. I heard the door handle rattle and I looked expecting it to be my family, but instead it was Finnick. Personally I was shocked; it was like a farmer visiting a cow before it gets slaughtered.

"I'm so sorry," he said, not even able to look up at, he just stared at his shoes. "I-I-I just don't know what to do I'm so sorry," he said.

"Why, I thought you and your little posy would be glad Im going to die," I spat. Wow the first words I say and I am a complete bitch.

He looked up at me with hurt eyes, almost like he, the famous sex symbol of Panem, was going to cry. "Wh-Wh-Why would you think that?" he asked with a pleading voice.

Not knowing what came over me, I still felt infuriated, "Really, you have the balls to say that. You just think that now since I'm going to die you should be nice to me? After all the hell your friends put me through. After all the torment and pain your 'friends' caused me? After all the self-induced scars on my wrist you chose NOW?" I scream.

"Annie please," he begged, "I never meant to hurt you, you seemed so sweet, but with the Capitol on my back I couldn't risk spending time with you. Letting my friends be mean was the only way I could keep my rep. You've got to understand how horrible I feel. Please, please Annie, from the bottom of heart, fuck from all my heart, please forgive me."

And just like that I was back to the timid little girl I always was. "I'm so sorry," I whispered. He pulled me into a hug and we just stayed there. Then he kissed me on top of the head and whispered, "I'll do everything I can to get you out of there alive, I promise." He cupped my face in his hands and stared me in the eye, "I promise" he repeated. After there was a knock on the door indicating that our time was up. Finnick walked toward door, looked at me, then continued out the door.

Once he left the door burst open and my little sisters came running in, their eyes filled with tears. "Annie, Annie please don't go. We need you Annie, please, please stay," cried my youngest sister Elizabeth. She hugged my legs since that was the only place she could reach and buried her face into my thighs.

"Yeah Annie please don't leave, we need some way to get food. With you and Liam gone I don't know how we are going to eat?" asked Lily, who was only two years older than Elizabeth. She than joined Elizabeth by hugging my legs.

"Hey, don't think that way, I'll think of something," said my older brother Joseph. He was only 3 years older than me and worked on a crappy fishing boat with my dad. He had a smaller salary since he only started but was an impressive worker who would slowly work his way to the top.

"Where is dad?" I ask to anybody.

"He wanted to talk to you alone," replied lily in between sobs.

Then there was a knock at the door. "Goodbye I love you all and will do my best to either bring me or Liam home. Take care and be strong!" I cried as they were escorted out the door. I ran to the only chair in the room and began crying. My poor baby sisters are going to be forced to watch two of their sibling be murdered on camera for the entertainment of others. God how cruel this world is. Suddenly I felt a pat on my shoulder. "You know you look a lot like your mother, the way she did on our wedding day."

I realized it was dad, but sober. "Annie, look at me," he shook me slightly. I looked up at him with red puffy eyes. "Annie you're older than Liam and your chance are probably better, I know I picking kids but please, remember protect yourself, and Liam if you can afford. I want both of you to come home but I know only one can. Your faster and stronger than, Annie you need to win." He said. He hugged me and I pressed my face against his sport coat. It smelled of the fresh ocean air and whiskey, I took a deep breath trying to remember the scent, the scent of my dad, and of my family. There was that horrible sound, a knock on the door indicating that our time was up.

So this is it, I thought, I'm really here for the long run. I need to stick it out to the end, for my family.

The door opened again, I turned around and it was Mags, she said something but all I could understand was beautiful, strong spirit, and something about many sponsors. She slowly walked over to me and carefully touched my braid mumbling beautiful again. She looked down at me and smiled, I almost felt as if I was away from this situation and I almost felt peaceful being around her. She made an odd throat clearing sound and managed to say something. "No matter what happens, I will take care of your family," she said sternly and stared me in the eye. For a split second I saw the fire in her eyes, the fire that kept her alive in the arena making her a very respectable killer. She turned around and hobbled to the door. She seemed so delicate that even the slightest breeze could topple her over and break her. That's what I need, I thought, I need to be strong like Mags, though she is old and feeble, she still is very smart and is respected by everyone.

There was a knock on my door and a peacekeeper poked his head in, "Would you like to see your brother?"