My name is Katniss Everdeen. Why am I not dead? I should be dead.
Peeta and I had adjoining cells in the capitol. We're very familiar with each other's screams.
I keep hoping that as time passes by, we’ll regain the ease between us, but part of me knows it’s futile. There’s no going back.
Make sure they remember you.
Maybe I'll be like that man in "The Hanging Tree'. Still waiting for an answer.
There's always hand-to-hand combat. All you need is to come up with a knife, and you'll at least stand a chance. If I get jumped, I'm dead!" I can hear my voice rising in anger. "But you won't! You'll be living up in some tree eating raw squirrels and picking off people with arrows.