As the alcohol overcomes my mind, I hear the glass bottle shatter on the floor. This seems appropriate since I have obviously lost my grip on everything.
I do think you're mad and I'll still go with you.
I'm filled with awe, as I always am, as I watch her transform from a woman who calls me to kill a spider to a woman immune to fear.
No wonder I won the Games. NO decent person ever does.
The morphlings from District 6 are in the camouflage station, painting each other's faces with bright pink swirls.
Because I'm selfish. I'm a coward. I'm the kind of girl who, when she might actually be of use, would run to stay alive and leave those who couldn't follow to suffer and die.
I don't care if you got knocked up. I can still rip your throat out
I'm not prepared for Rue's family. Her parents, whose faces are still fresh with sorrow. Her fiver younger siblings, who resemble her so closely. The slight builds, the luminous brown eyes. They form a flock of small dark birds.
Not like this. He wanted it to be real.
The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest down through my body out along my arms and legs to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me the kisses have the opposite effect of making my need greater.
But I feel as if I did know Rue, and she'll always be with me. Everything beautiful brings her to mind. I see her in the yellow flowers that grow in the Meadow by my house. I see her in the Mockingjays that sing in the trees. But most of all, I see her in my sister, Prim.
I don't know what it is with Finnick and bread, but he seems obsessed with handling it.
Im still betting on you. - Cinna.
Oh, the fun we two have together.
Then he talks about his recent success creating a musical chip that's tiny enough to be concealed in a flake of glitter but can hold hours of songs.
But the only thing that distracts me from my current situation is fantasizing about killing President Snow.
I flee what I can't fight. What can only do me harm.
In my mind, President Snow should be viewed in front of marble pillars hung with oversized flags. It's jarring to see him surrounded by the ordinary objects in the room. Like taking the lid off a pot and finding a fanged viper instead of stew.
Our romance became a key strategy for our survival in the arena. Only it wasn't just a strategy for Peeta.
They can pump whatever they want into my arm but it takes more than that to keep a person going once she's lost the will to live.
But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down.
I go back to my room and lie under the covers, trying not to think of Gale and thinking of nothing else.
In really bad times, the hungriest would gather at his door at nightfall, vying for the chance to earn a few coins to feed their families by selling their bodies. Had I been older when my father died, I might have been among them. Instead I learned to hunt.
Peeta smiles and douses Haymitch's knife in white liquor from a bottle on the floor. He wipes the blade clean on his shirt tail and slices the bread. Peeta keeps all of us in fresh baked goods. I hunt. He bakes. Haymitch drinks. We have our own ways to stay busy, to keep thought of our time as contestants in the Hunger Games at bay.
They can't hurt me. I'm not like the rest of you. There's no one left I love.
Charred bits of black silk swirl into the air, and pearls clatter to the stage… I'm in a dress of the exact design of my wedding dress, only it's the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that's when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna had turned me into a mockingjay.
I guess this is a bad time to mention I hung a dummy and painted Seneca Crane's name on it...
In that one slight motion, I see the end of hope, beginning of destruction of everything I hold dear in the world. I cant guess what form my punishment will take, how wide the net will be cast, but when it is finished there most likely be nothing left.So you would think that at this moment, I would be in utter despair.
Remembering from last year how Haymitch's gifts are often timed to send a message, I make a note to myself. Be friends with Finnick. You'll get food.
They erase my face with a layer of pale makeup and draw my features back out.
Come on and eat with him. I promise, I won't let him kiss you again.
I had to do that. At least once.
Isn't it strange that I know you'd risk your life to save mine... but I don't know what your favorite color is?
Right before the explosions begin, I find a star.
They're a little strange, but I'm pretty sure neither of them is going to try to make me uncomfortable by stripping naked.
Either you came in here a swimmer or you'd better be a really fast learner
I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you.
It must be very fragile, if a handful of berries can bring it down.
Since Mags seems to have no ill effects from the nuts, Peeta collects bunches of them and fries them by bouncing them off the force field.
We each get fifteen minutes before the Gamemakers to amaze them with our skills, but I don't know what any of us might have to show them. There's a lot of kidding about it at lunch. What we might do. Sing, dance, strip, tell jokes. Mags, who i can understand a little better now, decides she's just going to take a nap.
A hysterical young woman with flowing brown hair is also called from 4, but she's quickly replaced by a volunteer, an eighty-year-old woman who needs a cane to walk to the stage
Everything is happening too fast for me to process it.
I knew it. In this way, Peeta's not hard to predict. While I was wallowing around on the floor of that cellar, thinking only of myself, he was here, thinking of me. Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel.
It'd be better if he were easier to hate.
So I thought if I stopped being so, you know, wounded, we could take a shot at just being friends. - Peeta Mellark
What does this mean? It means I get to spend the morning having the hair ripped off my body while Peeta sleeps in.
A mockingjay is a creature the Capitol never intended to exist.
Fine. Somebody else can arrange to get the stupid goat knocked up.
I look coolly in to the blue eyes of the person who is now my greatest opponent, the person who would keep me alive at his own expense. And I promise myself I will defeat his plan.
Just last year i wanted to kill him, but now it is my duty to save him.
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