Katniss hates that you and her were the chosen ones from District 12. I mean, seriously? Why was she being forced to fight against her best friend in the end.

For now, you both had formed an alliance. One that you both promised to never break, but then again.. there was only one winner in the end of The Hunger Games.

And, if Katniss was honest, she would rather die and let you win than hurt you.

Both of you had a little hideout in the pond's little cave. You both slept there at night, and if one of you guys had been injured- you would go there.

Well, as usual, you were gathering supplies and you went back to the hideout. For once it was freezing that night. You thought this living hell would never be over.

Katniss happened to be there, wincing and flinching in pain. More when she saw you appear.

She rolled her eyes at your concern. ''It's just a little cut. That bitch from that big group is good with knives.'' She huffed, lying. It wasn't just a little cut, her hands were covered in blood from holding her forearm. Of course she was going to play it off.