Katniss....he's Still Trying To Keep You Alive.

As The Alcohol Overcomes My Mind, I Hear The Glass Bottle Shatter On The Floor. This Seems Appropriate Since I Have Obviously Lost My Grip On Everything.

What Must It Be Like, I Wonder, To Live In A World Where Food Appears At The Press Of A Button?

They'll Either Want To Kill You, Kiss You, Or Be You.

My Lips Are Just Forming His Name When His Fingers Lock Around My Throat.

Buttercup, Miserable Even With Prim’s Constant Attention, Huddles In The Cube And Exhales Cat Breath In My Face.