Letter from the Author: Hey guys I am REALLY sorry for not updating sooner, I have been busy with homework and life and I feel so bad for making you all wait, IM SORRY I GOT ALL YOUR MESSAGES. NO IM NOT DEAD, THE STORY DOES HAVE AN ENDING. I will *try* to keep a steady update, maybe like once or twice a month? Sound Reasonable? Good. That is what I shall do. -KO

I look down at the silver plates set before me, "I'm not hungry, pass the gin." I want to cry but I can not let my weakness show... Not now.

Out of thin air, an elegant bottle of gin was placed next to my plate with a crystal glass. I avoid the glass, and take a straight sip from the bottle, what do I care? I'll look foolish? It's funny really. After my sip I notice the Gamemaker looking my way as if he is about to cry, I was about to say something kind to him when he looked away and covered his face. What was his name? Plutarch? Poor Sencea Crane, we are all part of this Game.

I look toward Haymitch and try to muddle out a convocation. No words arise, I just stare so he leans across the table and smiles warmly, "Isn't the drinks here fantastic? Atleast the Capitol can do something right."

"90% proof really numbs you."

"I can drink to that," we break out in a chuckle making sure to spark with charisma. Suddenly the strange man with green hair beside me cuts into our second of joy too join in,

"Careful, I hear too much of that stuff can kill you," he says. I smile and make an awkward laugh. There are far more worse ways to die.

"We'll see," I sigh and poke his arm. He snatches my wrist in the grasp of his fingers,

"Oh the empty ones are always the best.." Suddenly, a woman nearby hears what he said and joins in,

"Like Mr. Odair, oh heavens. Completely hollow but so satisfying." I am disgusted to hear any of this. Another voice chimes in,

"I hear when the two of them are together, they can actually pretend to have a soul," a roar of laughs roll out and I can feel my eyes start to water. I reach for the bottle of gin, clutching it as I storm out of the dining room. I can hear my tears echoing the room of pillars.I drown myself in nothing but tears and gin. This would be an easy way to die.

"Sweetheart." I look up an see Haymitch looking down at me, he then sits beside me and rubs his arms on mine; trying to cal me down.

"Save me," I whisper, "There are monsters every where.."

"We all need a savior, I am sorry. I can comfort and help you but I... I can't change it. I can lie about, hell I can pretend it's a great life but I can't do anything about it," he sighs and kisses my forehead the way my father use to, "You have to come back inside the hall.."

"No, I don't want to."

"You don't have a-"

"Let her be," an icy voice calls out, "you should be heading back Mr. Abernathy." Without hesitation, Haymitch sits up and scurries away. I glance toward Snow and wait for more, "Get changed you filthy bitch, then wait for my arrival. Now I have to make sure no one upset at the scene you caused. Get out of my sight, whore." I try not to cry as I run away, gin in hand. As I am running, I feel my face against smack another body. I open my eyes and see Cinna, I fall into his arms while crying. He carries me up the stairs and into the prep room. I sniffle and sob as he gets me ready, ruining his attempt at makeup every time. It must be staying on or he has given up because he is now picking out clothing. I am forced into a matching set of white, lace lingerie and nothing else.

"Slip these on and then take the elevator to floor 3.." he says softy. I obey his sorrowful words and begin to make my leave. I try not to look at myself this time, the sight of me really hurts sometimes. I quickly run into the elevator, pressing three and sobbing uncontrollably. The elevator is quiet, I finally feel like no one is watching me and I want to just sit here and cry a bit longer but I can't... The door has opened and a peacekeeper has taken my wrist, dragging me somewhere. We near a door and he he motions me in, I expected his to leave me be but he follow me in. He then proceeds to grab my arms and hoist them to silk and silver cuffs hung on the wall. I am facing the wall and I hear the door close, he left and I am now alone. Where's Finnick when you need him?

I close my eyes and am put into an empty sky, I am floating... No falling. As I feel the wind fly through me. I am nearing the ground when I see a mockingjay fly onto my skin... It begins to sing sweet music until it starts ti scream and sear my skin. It is burning! It is on fire and it is burning me! I flash back into reality with the same pain that I dreamt of. My shoulder has a burn mark and I can hear laughter from inside of the room... Mock me. Kill me.

Finnick... I can not do this without you. Help me.