(Chapter 9: Elora)
Several peacekeepers stomp forward and surround William and I as we almost march into the Justice Building. Here we are led into separate rooms, and are allowed 1 hour of visiting time for people to say their goodbyes. The room is lavishly decorated, with deep red, soft couches. I'd never felt the material before or seen it, and as I sat down I ran my fingers down the fabric. It was so luxurious, so soft, so comforting. I paused. I'm sure people in the Capitol would make fun of me for this. They probably have materials way better and softer than this. This is probably as common as cotton. My thoughts begin to drift away from the Capitol, and my heart is almost in beat with the ticking clock on the wall. Nobody has come to see me because nobody else knows me, and nobody else cares. Everyone I love is gone. Tears threaten to swell in my eyes, but I swallow my emotions.
Very soon the peacekeepers come back and march me out of the room, followed by William and several other peacekeepers. We are then forced into a car (I've never seen one of these before, only heard of them. The mechanics are crazy) and driven to the train station. The drive isn't that long, but I begin to feel a little bit nauseous. I take a deep breath and try to relax in my leather seat as I stare out the window at the home I'm leaving behind. I doubt I'll make it out of the games. The only thing comforting about it is that there is nothing waiting for me in 12 when I come back. It's almost pointless trying to win. I could reunite with Peter, my mother, and my father in the beyond. I'm sure I'd be a lot happier there than living in a lonely house in Victor's village, drinking my life away like Haymitch. I laugh a little at the thought.
"What's so funny?" William scowls.
"Nothing." I say, smiling a little.