I am happy to announce that his story has over 1500 views! I'm about to implode with happiness. Thanks to a guest and Fanista101. To the former, I read your review right before I took a math test, and it calmed me down enough to concentrate (cause math test make me hypervenilate- literally.) I got a 94, so thanks a ton! To the latter, the careers have to be friendly for the most part, because if they weren't, ViVi would have nightmares about them. I'm basing all of her nightmares off of Marlin and other family members (hint hint) because ViVi loves them so much.

Disclaimer: Ugh, my stomach hurts. So does my heart when I remember that I don't own the Hunger Games.

My pale arms are scarred. Doesn't matter, though. They tell the truth. Finnick has banned all the avoxes from giving me anything that I could use to stab or myself. It took us two days to get to District 12. It's freezing here, and my strapless black velvet dress isn't helping. The idea that I'm freezing my butt off while Marlin's entertaining some Capitol ladies makes me steam in anger. Unfortunately, my anger doesn't keep me warm, even though it's steaming.

Warm, humid District 11 in the south and my lime green dress fly by quickly, and I cry myself to sleep. Finnick wakes me up twice, because apparently I was scaring the hell out of him with my screaming. I would think he'd be used to nightmare screams, living with Annie and all, but according to him she hardly screams at all when he's in the house.

Finally we're in sunny District 10, and my heavy marroon dress matches my attitude. My train pull away and another pulls up. I want him, I need him so bad, but I am NOT going to give him the satisfaction of leaving suddenly and me running back to him when he returns. He steps off his train with a duffel bag, his eyes red and puffy. When he spots me, he makes a beeline for me.

He tries to kiss my cheek, but I stick my hand between him and my face. HIs face falls. "Hello." I sound so cold and unforgiving, but my heart is breaking. "Turns out I can do the tour and not have mightmares when you're not here, so you can run back to your Capitol ladies if you want." "I... I didn't have a choice, Victoria!" Wow, he almost never calls me that. "I would be nicer if you had told me where you were going." "It was an immediate order. I would have told you, but..."

I yank up the sleeves of my thin sweatshirt that I've been wearing so Leona won't see my arms and what I've done to them. Lord knows she would either have a heart attack or say it was really romantic that I need Marlin THAT much. "It's been fun without you. I've taken up a new hobby, you see. Carving." He looks at my arms, stunned, his mouth opening and closing like a dying fish. "It shows how mad I am at you. I almost killed myself, out of spite for you." "ViVi, I'm so sorry..." "Yeah, you are sorry." And with that, I turn on my heel and sashay onto the stage.

I give my speech, tell about how I respect Katherine for her courage in the face of death, and receive another useless plaque. The feast looks good, but I can't bring myself to eat anything. I change into a t-shirt, some comfortable jeans, and then I put my hair up into a messy bun. Then Finnick, Marlin (much to my annoyance), and I are taken to a special farm where they have horses modeled after victors. They're mutts, genetically engineered to look like us by the Capitol, so that when Capitol citizens take a tour of the districts, they can pay to ride their favorite victor's horse. Some teenager named Dalton, who works at the stables, shows us our own horses.

Mine is tall, with a midnight black coat and unnerving sea-green eyes. I glance at the horse next to mine. It's identical to mine, but it's a little smaller, so I know it's Annie's horse. "I think your horse is the most beautiful one here," Marlin says, coming up behind me. "Well, Annie's horse looks identical to mine, so wouldn't they be tied?" I ask, purposely trying to piss him off. But Marlin keeps his cool as he shrugs.

I stroke my horse's nose for a while, then go up the row on the other side, looking at the others, seeing which ones I like the most. There's one with a golden coat and grey eyes that's really beautiful. I read the name-tag. Lyme DeMurphy, District 2 female, victor of the 51st Hunger Games.

I come around to Finnick, who's feeding his horse sugar cubes. I watch as he pops three in his mouth. "Want a sugar cube?" he asks seductively, holding some out to me in his cupped hand. "They're delicious!" he says brightly. "You know those are for the horses, right?" I ask him. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, princess. Like I haven't been told that the other three times I've been here. Oh, look, it's time to go!" He grabs a handful of sugar cubes and walks out, with me following him, Marlin trailing somewhere behind me. Wow, now I regret not eating at the feast, I'm so hungry. I hope I can get dinner on the train.

I kick Marlin out of our room after I order my dinner, telling him to sleep across the hallway if he wants to, because he's certainly not going to sleep in my room, not after what he's done. I lock the door so he can't back in. Around midnight, I wake myself up with my own screaming. The door handle jiggles as someone tried to come in to calm me down. I curl myself up into a ball and cry myself to sleep.