A/N: To my anon reviewer who this story was inappropriate: I'm sorry that my writing offended you, but it really isn't that bad. 60% (or something like that) of the internet is porn. Just a fair warning: if you're gonna be on the internet, you're bound to see/read things that you don't feel are appropriate.

Should I change the rating of this to M? It is about prostitution.

The black car to take me back to the Training Center pulls up a moment after I get out of the elevator. Instead of sitting in the back, where there's a partition from the driver, I sit in the passenger's seat next to him. The driver is a fairly toned-down Capitol citizen. The only way I can tell he's Capitol is by his purple streaked hair and purple eyelashes. He looks at me sympathetically. I don't think he knows who I am. "Rough night?" he asks.

I nod. "I just wanna go to sleep." A yawn escapes from my mouth.

"Then take a nap." He smiles at me, showing perfectly white teeth. "I'll wake you up when we get to your apartment, don't worry." I notice his strong Capitol accent. As promised, he wakes me up in front of the training center. "Have a good night, ma'am." I wave goodbye to him. While the Capitol is oblivious to their obnoxious ways, they truly are all kind people. Except for Snow. I get into the elevator of the training center and press 12. Johanna's waiting for me when I get upstairs.

"Drink?" she asks me, as soon as I get off the elevator. Her bottle of alcohol is clear, unlike Haymitch. He drinks whiskey, and Johanna drinks vodka. It's all the same to me though. I take a large gulp. My throat burns and I cough loudly. She just laughs at me as I sputter. "Women should be able to handle their liquor." Johanna looks at me up and down. "Take a shower, you'll feel better."

I turn the water on high, so it's scalding hot. I step in, and hiss when it hits my bruised skin. After a few minutes, I can relax into it. I take one of the washcloth-type things (I think Haymitch said it was a loofa) and scrub my body until all of it's raw and pink. No matter how hard I scrub, I still feel dirty.

I wrap myself in my silk robe, and comb my knotted hair. I look at myself in the fogged up mirror. My eye makeup has run down my whole face, and my eyes and nose are red from crying. I truly don't recognize myself anymore. I walk outside and see Finnick and Haymitch arguing about something. Johanna appears to be watching, amused. Haymitch is drunk, to nobody's surprise. Finnick's towel around his waist and puffy red eyes make it clear he had a date as well tonight. The young boy stands up. "We can't just let this happen! It isn't fair for her." Haymitch growls at him. "You think I like this? No. But you're sure-as-hell gonna go through with it." I walk into the room, and they both sit down. The awkward silence makes it very clear they were talking about me.

I sit down next to Johanna. "What's going on?" I ask them. "Please don't keep anything from me, I think I deserve to know." Finnick frowns, playing with a strand of my damp hair.

"All four of us are gonna get on a train to 12 tomorrow morning. The victory tour is starting early this year." Finnick explains. No doubt, this is because of the 3rd Quarter Quell. "After that, you're gonna spend most of your time in 12, and a few months in the Capitol each year. But don't worry, it'll be spread out- a week here and there." So things won't be going back to normal.

"It's been a long day for me, I think I'm gonna try and get some sleep." I stand up to go back to my room. I change the window to look like the forest. It reminds me of 12. With Snow watching my every move, I doubt I'll be able to go hunting anytime soon. My mind drifts to Gale. I wonder how he'll react to the news. Then, I realize that I can't tell him anything. I've never hid a single thing from Gale, and now I'll have to lie about this. Suddenly, I'm terrified to go home. Every move I make can affect someone. One wrong step could end up killing Prim. I wonder how Finnick manages the stress. I know he has a family, probably a girlfriend too. Then again, if he lives in fear like me, would he even want a girlfriend? Probably not.

I'm awakened by my own screams. I don't even remember what my nightmare was about. I jolt up, and try to slow my breathing down to a normal rate. Finnick slides into bed, next to me. He puts his muscular arms around me, and I curl my body into his. He plays with a strand of my hair again. I turn to face him. "How bad is it?" I ask him.

Finnick sighs. "It's been as bad as yours for 8 whole years. Sometimes I wonder if I'd be better off dead." He whispers the second part. I've honestly wondered the same thing for myself.

I put my finger to his lips, and shush him. "Don't say that. Let's just sleep." That night I didn't dream at all.

"Wake up sweetheart." I hear someone say. It must be Haymitch. "Pack your bags, we're going home today." I sit up just as he's leaving the room. He pops his head back in. "Oh and Finnick? Those screams I heard last night better have been nightmares."

A/N: I thought this was a good place to stop. I know this is a little bit shorter than the other chapters, so sorry!

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