Just a reminder: Hunger Games: Finnick & Katniss Pairing Rated: M (Has touchy subjects like rape, sex, swearing, smut, lemon, and gore)

I see the flashing of blue lights, glistening and just as I reach out to touch them they morph into the eyes of the small blue eyed girl. Her grin became parallel to the cheshire cat and with a single whisp, threw a knife straight in my heart. I scream and find myself breathing heavily in Finnick's concerned arms.

Nightmares.

I survey my surroundings and see Finnick and Haymitch staring at me, I give him a knowing glance and the room understands what has happens. It's just a victor thing.

Suddenly, our prep team wall gracefully into our shed. They are all dressed in leather and velvet things from head to toe. Flavius was wearing purple velvet with leather boots and vest, while , Venia wore shades of blue velvet. Octavia was wearing a leather corset with a ruby, velvet. Is worn leather and awkward fabric in fashion?

"Sorry, we're late. Katniss come with me," he turns to the members of our prep team,

"You two, work on them," he said as he dragged me out the doorframe into the streets.

"Where to?" I ask meekly. "The shop," he says bluntly, "It's a design studio. District one and two are lucky to have them. Plus, there's no other way I'd be able to get you dressed." he laughs but I roll my eyes as I continue being dragged.

Across the road I notice a child crying, she's putting her name in the Reaping. I see a peacekeeper holding the bread, "Your name."

"C-Claire Mazaki," she chokes out. He writes her name down and hands her the bread, I know exactly where her mind set is at. I want to save her. Claire Mazaki. Without ever stopping, we made our way to a beautiful, little shop. It looked almost lolita like and was a building that would fit perfectly in the Capitol. It was impressively made with detail but didn't clash with its surroundings. We enter the pair of white marble doors, and am surrounded by walls of lace and dresses as far as the eye can see. Cinna pulls me in front of a mirror placed in the middle of the room and then leaves my side to analyze the many laces and fabrics for me to wear.

"Pink or white?" Flavius hums christatically. I let out a moan of displeasure and he laughs, "Ok I'll pick."

He runs his fingers along the seams of the clothing and then picks one out of a shelf, a bubblegum pink dress. It had light pink polka dots and a cut out design in the back. It was made to hug your skin and show curves, I mean... I don't compeltly hate it. But pink is a pretty awful color. He puts it on the mirror then takes me hand and lays me down on a silver table. Time to become one with Beauty Base Zero. I close my eyes and allow him to airbursh me with colors and chemicals. Becoming down to Beauty Base Zero has become less of a drag now, it is easy as breathing chemicals...

I open my eyes when I no longer feel his touch along my skin, flawless down to the bone. I analyze my skin again and see my palm is still marked with the rose but I sigh and get up. It's just work. He sits me down in a glass chair, in the center of the room; starts to apply makeup to my skin. This routine is the same but I seem to think of it going by faster and faster everytime. Before I know it, I feel a soft brush circling the cheeks of my face. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a glossy, pink lipstick and applys it generously to my lips. He smiles then motions me to get me and put on the dress. I slip on the barbie onsomble. Flavius silently hands me pale white pumps and I effortlessly put them on, "Thanks."

He grabs my shoulders and looks at me from head to toe, "One last thing." He lets go of my arms and then gets a jar his pocket. He opened it and and out poured a cascade of sparkles into his palm. He placed the jar on the floor then blew the sparkles onto the skin of my face. "Perfect," he sighs.

I take a step back and look in the mirror, for the first time I do not fee like a fake. I feel like a barbie but I still feel like myself. Although I am property of the Capitol, I am still myself. This thought made me think of Peeta and him saying I atleast want to die like myself. Atleast I know, if I died today I would die feeling a little bit like me.

"Now get going Mockingjay, Cinna would've loved to have seen you" he points to a silver clock on the wall and I look up, 2:40. Silverlight Bar, I dont want to go. No, I don't want to go home after. I won't be me after this. Not until I see wash it off.

"Please..." I choke out, "Pick me up after." I refuse to cry, not because of how sad I am but because I refuse to ruin his work like that now. Later.. Flavius nods his head and I allow myself to drag out of the door, not looking at him again.

I walk along the brick path and come to a massive black, marble building. Carved above the door was the words Silverlight. I take a deep, acitdic breath and step inside. It was dimly lit. Deep yellow walls and black tables. I make my way through the crowded tables to the bar stools.

"What can I get you Mis- Girl on Fire,"

I saractically curl my lips, "Anything strong enough to make me not hate my life,"

He gives me a questionable look and sighs. He mixes things and like he is a wizard making elixers to cure death. He must be a great wizard. I want to talk to him but I feel like that is what he does everyday... Maybe another time. Not now, not this time. But not never.

"Enjoy."

"What is it?"

I see a young man sit beside me from the corner of my eye, his smile is dark and grim. His hair falls into his eyes but I can tell he is looking at me. He calls me name and I give him a smirk. The young man licks his lips to my sight. I hate my life. The bartender looks at him menecingly then sighs and looks at me sympathicallty,

"Between the Cracks: Baracardi dark Rum, Capitol Brandy, Triple Sec straight from District 3, and fresh lime juice," he pushes the glass to me as to make me feel better about me life, "it's on me. Enjoy Miss Everdeen."