Good lord, so I've just realized that I haven't posted a chapter in...well, a while, which is really bad considering the last one I posted was only supposed to be the first half of 14 and I promised to have the second half up within a couple of days..what can I say I'm a bit spacey...sorry guys! Well, here it is.

So, while I'm making a notice, I just wanted to address something that I'm a bit upset about :/ I've been thinking about possibly starting a new story and discontinuing this one, because honestly as much as I really like writing this story and where I planned for it to go, I feel like I'm not getting any real kind of response...not even people telling me it sucks, which would be better than nothing (14 chapters and only 2 comments is more than embarrassing) especially sense I can see how many views each chapter gets, I guess its just not holding people's attention enough? That's fine, it's just that I feel this may be a waste of my time (I think I'll finish it for my own sake, just not post it, so I don't feel the pressure of having to update it regularly) This may or may not be the last chapter posted...:( I don't know, we'll see. Well, thanks for reading anyway!

Chapter 14 (Part 2)

That night I wake with a start, gasping and choking in breathes while at the same time violently kicking of the blankets that have someone managed to net themselves around my legs, poring a wave of claustrophobia over me. Once again I have no memory of whatever dream (or I suppose nightmare) has stricken me, but I also figure it's best that way, as I have a fairly good idea regardless.

Once I manage to escape the bind I flip out of bed landing on my knees hard, sending shocks of pain up my thighs. I only wince and struggle to my feet. The hall lights are faintly visible from underneath the door so I follow them and enter the hallway.

I don't really consider where I plan on going as I stumble along toward the living room, I just move breathing in the cool, rose scented capitol air. I enter the living room and nearly stop short, considering turning around when I see Fry sunk into the couch, his eyes glued to the window while his hand glues itself to a tall glass bottle in his lap, he takes a swish of the clear glittering liquid.

"Erm, hey." I say in a groggy voice, muffled with sleep.

Fry blinks before his eyes slowly drag over to me, one side of his mouth tugs down in a half frown."Hi." He manages to slur a two letter word.

"What are you drinking?"

He shrugs "No idea, but it has a bite, want some?"

I shake my head. "You're drunk. You know private lessons are tomorrow right? This may not be a good night to..." I cut myself off when he rolls his eyes dramatically, as if I was his mother telling him to go to bed early, "What? Your not going to be able to impress anyone if your hungover."

"Then all the best to you Bennis." He slurs, lacing his words with sarcasm "You get those mother fuckin' sponsors."

I stare at him, standing awkwardly in my too thin nightgown (pretty much the only type of sleep wear I've been provided) with my arms crossed over my chest. "Fry you know you're gonna regret this...you should go to bed."

"Why don't you worry about yourself hmm? Honestly Bennis you seem to be forgetting the fact that we're not a team..."

My lips part a bit with surprise, struck with the sudden bitterness thrown into his voice, something I have a hard time associating with Fry...but, no I haven't forgotten that, I know perfectly well that Fry and I will be expected to fight against each other in the arena, only one person can live "I know we're not a team Fry...I'm just trying to ...to help" my voice comes out a bit weak, because if I were to be honest I know I've been suppressing the issue of us having to fight against each other in the arena, It just seemed like one more thing to stress over that I didn't need. Because although I've never really liked Fry, he is from district three, and therefore apart of my life, I would never want him to die. When Beatilce had read of his name in the reaping I'd felt a genuine wave of sadness, It would be weird not seeing his lazy smirk at school everyday, or hear his aggravating arrogant comments interrupting class every five minutes, and now no matter what I really wouldn't because, it's either him or me..or the more likely option, neither of us.

"Well" He clumsily pushes himself to his feet, practically tossing the now empty bottle at the table text to him "don't, alright? From here on don't try to help me, don't talk to me, and how bout over all just stay away from me okay? I'll do the same for you." He turns to the stairs but in the darkness trips over the coffee table, barely catching himself on the side of the couch.

He's right Dicen...that will make it a lot easier, just agree and go to bed a small voice whispers from the back of my head, one that sounds suspiciously like Mayla. "I...you know what, no problem, it's not like I've been trying to make us act like a team Fry, I guess I just figured because we're from the same District we mine as well hang out together in training. Honestly, I didn't think it would cause any harm, but whatever, it's not like I give a real shit anyway." the words tumble out "You're a self centered asshole."

"Bullshit Dicen. Holy crap, how could you even..." he shakes his head harshly "Don't pretend like this isn't part of your little plan."

"Ww..plan? What?" I stare at him incredulously

"Listen I'm not planning on winning so I don't get why you'd bother trying to get me to...You know what? I don't have the energy to argue this with you, you know damn well what you've been trying to do." He gives another attempt at walking to the stairs but once again fumbles.

"You need help?" I drawl out, trying to make my voice sound amused, but fail as it shakes slightly. "Oh, no wait, you don't want me to help you...or talk to you! I guess I'll go back to bed then. Goodnight Fry." I spin on my heal and march angrily back to my room, fuming the whole way, what the hell was he talking about? Like, I could possibly summon enough energy to plot against him, let alone have any real reason to. Besides, what could I possibly benefit from talking to him...