You were a district 1 tribute in the 68th hunger games and to you're surprise you won. Before your games you met a blond boy your age named, Finnick Odair- the capitals darling, who'd apparently been a mentor even though he was only 17. The two of you instantly clicked, a spark lit in between you. But, because of your differing districts you didn't see each other much at all.

Being reaped again 7 years later gave this sense of hopelessness, knowing you couldn't survive against 23 other experienced killers. But, when you saw the male tribute for district 4, the thought of rekindling what had been brought you some optimism. You and Finnick found the love you had once had, again. Spending each day leading up to the games together when you could.

Upon being in that arena again made you feel as though you should run though having Finnick by your side definitely made it a little more bearable. And when the arena had exploded you found yourself among the ones being taken to the capital.

Each day was hell in the sterile white cells, being pricked and drugged. People messed with your mind and twisted all you knew. With each passing day you wished more and more that your were dead, not knowing when the torture would end. Till it did.

You were rescued why a group of soldiers you didn't know. The one thought that occupied your mind in the airplane taking you who knows where, was Finnick. If he was alive, If he was ok. Where was he. How was he.

When the plane landed you the soldiers took you to another sterile smelling, hall 'causing those horrible memories of the capital to make it to the front of your mind. You were hesitant to let the nurses help and examine you as the "nurses" you encounter before didn't help you, mostly making your pain worse before throwing you back into your cell.

Though when you got a dose of the morphling they had given you, you let your guard down slightly, feeling the pain killers take over your body. You felt as though you could doze off when you heard a familiar voice shout your name.