I remain wordless for the rest of the day. Nothing but nods, and the shaking of my head. I can't stop thinking, 'what have I done?'. Even thought I know what I've done. I've known since I walked out of that training room. I guess my brain still can't process the fact that, I'm going to die. Not if. Not maybe. I am going to die. No questions asked. But I have to try to keep it together, so that I can help Rosemary win. And we still have interviews. Maybe if I can win the public over, I won't be totally hopeless. So after dinner, when we head to the sitting room to watch the scores get revealed, I shove anything I'm feeling deep down. Far away from reality. I sit in between Thorn and Iris, because I still don't trust Dior. I don't I will for the rest of my life. Ceasar Fickerman comes on the screen and greets all of Panem, saying "These games should be extra special!" What does that mean? More talking that I block out. I don't really pay attention to the scores, but I notice that Aurelia scored a nine. Thats probably the highest score in these games. Then District Seven come on. "Rosemary Fraser, District Seven...TEN!" Wow. Rosemary came through. But...this means she'll be a target. That's not good. Definitely not good. My brain spirals into stressful and gory thoughts about how these games could go for her now. I feel Thorn nudging me and pointing to the screen. I focus and barely catch Ceasar's words. "Piper Ivory, District Twelve...one." I can't breath. I grip the couch until my knuckles turn white. I'm sweating. I try to stay upright, to keep my brain focused, but I can't. I pass out on the floor of the sitting room.
