so people really do tear out their hair and beat the ground with their fists

They'll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.

I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.

While I was waiting...I ate your lunch.

Hope, it is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective, a lot of hope is dangerous.

When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim`s warmth but finding only the rough canvas cover of the mattress. She must have had bad dreams and climbed in with our mother. Of course, she did. This is the day of the Reaping.

The ones I loved fly as birds in the open sky above me. Soaring, weaving, calling to me to join them. I want so badly to follow them, but the seawater saturates my wings, making it impossible to lift them. The ones I hated have taken to the water, horrible scaled things that tear my salty flesh with needle teeth. Biting again and again. Dragging me beneath the surface.