"To once again demonstrate our kindness and giving, the child reaped for the Hunger Games may choose a member of the same gender to replace them in the Games. However, there are to be no volunteers." 125th Annual Hunger Games, SYOT, now closed.

Why did he only remember now? Why did he remember only now that he lay in the same position? As he lay weak. Fragile. Broken. Defeated. He couldn't tell. All he could do was repeat the words she once gave him.

Today is the last day that I have to endure my only fear. The Reaping... Face your fears. I thought I knew what fear was, and I do. It's like panic, just so much worse, so bad that I had to build walls around myself. There is no other defence. It gets worse though. Especially when memories come back to haunt you. Especially in the Games.

Don't miss all the colours of the Rainbow, searching for the pot of gold. My thoughts on each colour :)

You beat our abused bodies, dressed in black. We stand there and take it. You experiment on us, dressed in blue. We scream for you to stop. You damage us with your harsh tongue, dressed in black and white. We cry ourselves to sleep. You ignore us in the act of forgetting yourself, dressed in grey. We stand aside. You keep your distance, dressed in red. So do we. We are Factionless.

I volunteered for her, because she looked so weak, so helpless, and I couldn't leave her.