you had fairly thought that once you got through that hell of a massacre you didn't even want to really get into now, the 71st hunger games, you wouldn't have to suffer again. district 4 made victories. but you sure as hell did not feel like one the day you got reaped at the ripe age of fifteen, four years ago. like the lucky bastard you are, you won. you got your pretty big house by the beach of district 4, you got your money and your luxuries and your money and food and jewelry and all. all that was missing was peace. peace of mind instead of those haunting nightmares and mental health issues you suffered after winning. and you foolish, poor girl. you thought you would get it.

maybe you would've gotten it, maybe it was eight around the corner - until your name was drawn out of that goddamn glass box of past female victors. the fun didn't end there. the male tribute was the person you had grown fond of over the last four years, finnick odair. he was the one who kissed your tears away in the middle of the night after a wasted capitol party. you two weren't officially involved - but it was there. it was right there. if only you had the chance to talk about it before the games.

well, you didn't. now you were stuck at the jungle arena, awaiting the next horror. after hitting a forcefield that made your heart stop for a second, a bloodbath, poisonous fog and fighting off giant monkeys, you finally got a moment to sit down on the beach with him. he pressed his nose and lips to your cheek and kept whispering. "i know, i know. honey, i know." and as response, you kept telling him how miserable you were.

something in finnick's voice, along with the honest concern and empathy, was telling you that he knew something you didn't.

that was the plan to save katniss everdeen, district 13's president coin's mockingjay out of the arena by sending a D13 hovercraft. they would try to save all the other tributes, but it was never certain. but little did you know about the plan. the less people who knew, the better.