A/N: I'm so sorry this one is late and short as well. I will be uploading two chapters today however and the story will be picking up now. Thanks for the support and please write reviews and suggestions. :)

I stumbled down the stairs in complete disgust after what I saw. Haymitch found me and said, "Heard you had to go talk to Snow. Is everything alright?" I nodded my head and said, "Just another congratulations." I motioned him to the dance floor where we danced and mingled with everyone else. I kept thinking about the man upstairs, dealing with who knows what or even if he's still alive. I take sip after sip of alcohol and soon, I find myself drunk. Haymitch type of drunk. I have to leave the party and Cinna carries me to my room on the train and helps me change into something more comfortable. I'm talking incoherently and you can tell it's pissing me off. I laugh, "Oh Cinna, don't be such a sourpuss." Then I fall into my bed and say "You act like you've never been drunk before Cinna!" He rolls his eyes and says, "I've also never been the Victor of the most made fun of District in the country. I mean for goodness sake's Katniss, District 12 is already looked upon as the lowest. Until you showed up, some people didn't even care if it existed. And between you and Haymitch, everyone's gonna think that that district can only pull out a drunken Victor, every twenty-five years." I sat up and said, "I just have a lot on my mind that I'm trying to forget that's all." He nodded and said, "I saw you go up the stairs to see Snow." I started to explain but he shook his head and said, "I don't wanna know. But from what I've heard he can drive anyone to drink." I give him a grateful smile and fall into sleep awaiting to return home to District 12.

I've been home for a month now, after the Tour and I'm starting to find myself bored. Before the Games, whenever I was bored I would go out and hunt because in my house you could never have too much food. Now we have so much money and food, I only need to hunt when I have nothing else to do. I try to work at the apothecary shop with my Mom and Prim but I just don't have the urge to help and when it makes me sick when I see someone's leg blown off from the mine or even having to tell someone who's sick to just go home to die. I try to spend some time with my friends, but since the Games are over, everyone is going back to school on a regular basis. I think about going but I decide not too. Gale works at the mine all the time, and Thomas is still mad at me from the night before the Tour, he doesn't even talk to me anymore. I see Madge now and then, but recently all we talk about now is Gale this and that. They break up and get back together every week and I have to hear about it every time we hang out. She bores me to death after about twenty minutes and I say I have to go home to attend to something. I try calling Cinna on the phone, but he's so busy being the Capitol's top fashion designer. One day I got bored enough to call Effie. She spoke for forty-five minutes before asking how I was doing. I was starting to get scared of myself because I was starting to spend my time drinking with Haymitch or anticipating the next Games.

It's almost time for President Snow to announce the plans for the Quarter Quell. I sit in Haymitch's home and it's just him and I. Though it's not said, I think we're both terrified of what this Quarter Quell will be about. I know everyone in Panem is scared but this will be especially hard for Mentors as well. Maybe like the last Quarter Quell, we'll be sending four kids to die instead of just two. I grab Haymitch's hand as President Snow graces our televisions. He squeezes it back and gives me a half smile. President Snow starts his speech with why we have the Games and the importance of the Quarter Quell and blah blah blah. He knows everyone's waiting for him to announce what will be different this year and he's just dragging us on, playing with our emotions. He gets out a piece of paper and says, "For this year's Hunger Games, we will have an interesting selection of choosing our tributes. An escort will go to your District and choose five names from the tribute young girl and young boy bowl." My heart drops to my feet, ten tributes per district? Those Games will last months! He continues and says, "After that the District themselves will vote for two girls and two boys from those selected ten to participate in the Hunger Games." Everyone, even the Capitol citizens on TV, gasps. The Games are inevitable and we have to participate in them, but the Districts choosing to send who gets to go and die. A mother watching her friends decide to send her child to die. Snow continues, "After those four are chosen, the District as a whole will vote again for one child to be saved. Therefore each District will send in three tributes, either two boys and one girl or two girls and one boy. These Games will also be restricted to NO VOLUNTEERS." The Capitol erupts in cheers and Snow bows as if he just played the greatest performance of all time. Snow smiles and says "Thank You and may the odds be ever in your favor."

I run home and cry in my room for hours. Friends, sisters, cousins, brothers have to decide who they will keep and who will go home. Even the Capitol, with their small hearts, seemed to have compassion for us. Prim comes into my room and starts crying. She could be picked again and there's no way I could save her. I could try to bring her home as her mentor, but if I thought she could survive the Games, I wouldn't have volunteered for her in the first place last year. I hold her and say, "I will protect as far as I can. If you get chosen, I will be your mentor." I don't say more than that. I've learned to not make any more promises because you can't always keep them.

That night, I dream of Peeta. Were in a meadow, sitting on a wooden table eating some food. Most of my dreams with Peeta in them are sad and deadly but this one seems free and happy. He's sitting there eating with me, smiling and laughing. I don't know what state of mind I'm in, but I speak to him as if he were still alive and knew everything going on right now. "I'm scared for these Games, Peeta. I'm going to have to choose who to send to the arena." He nods and says, "Only vote for someone you think who can win the Games. Kids who are smart, strong, creative like yourself. Tell the people that, and then you and Haymitch do your best to bring one of those kids home, okay." I then say, "I miss you Peeta, so much. I think I love you too." He laughs and says, "If I knew dying was what it took for you to love me… well, I miss you too Katniss. And we will see each other again." He leans towards me and I think it's for a kiss but when I do all he does is say, "Let go, Katniss." And then I wake up.