Four more bunker missiles hit after the first. I realize they're keeping us down under rather than killing us off. Coin gives a few updates, but otherwise we're in the dark. Both literally and figuratively. We have a strict schedule for meals, bathing, exercise and sleep, and time to socialize is minimal. During these hours I become instantly popular thanks to Buttercup.

Katniss creates Crazy Cat, a game where she shines a flashlight and Buttercup chases after the light. It's fun for everyone to watch. But for me? It's more of a metaphor. I'm buttercup. When the light, hope, is on, I jump and scramble immeasurable heights to get what I want. Snow makes me feel desperate. But if the light goes out, for instance killing Gale and Johanna, I just sit there sadly until I move on.

Gale and Johanna. They're being tortured because of me. And that breaks me.

One night, I detach myself from my bunk and find Finnick. I just feel like he'd understand. He is under a safety light in his space, not even pretending to rest. He busily knots a rope in his hands.

"Is it okay if I sit with you?" I ask. He nods and I take a seat next to him. He keeps moving his hands, creating intricate knots. I wait for a moment until I start telling him what I realized, then I realize that's what broke Finnick.

"I-I'm sorry, about you know," I apologize. Maybe I should have never come over.

"No it's okay, I'm sorry I didn't warn you." There's a short pause before he continues. "You confused me at first. I thought you didn't actually like Rory, that it was all for the games. I thought you liked that boy from Three."

I freeze, and a memory takes over.

"Prim, I need to tell you something...I think you have a really kind heart and I can tell you care about others first. You're gentle and...you should have never been put in the games. I guess what I'm trying to say is...you are the best person I have ever met and I've...I've taken a liking to you."

He had kissed me on the cheek after that. I was speechless.

"One of us is going to die," he continues, "don't forget about me."

Those were this last words. He walked away and soon after I heard a scream. He was on the floor, a spear through his stomach. The cannon sounded.

"Prim? Primrose..." Finnick waves his hand in front of my face and pulls me out of my trance. Noah... His words lingers in my brain. Don't forget about me...

"So anyways, Rory hit the force field and almost died. Then I realize that...you really do like him...Hurts to see him hurt, doesn't it?"

I bite back the pain. Ever since I told him how they're using his brother he hasn't talked to me. He hasn't talked to anyone. He just blends in with the rocks and spends time alone. I decide to put my thoughts aside and just break in with a question.

"And you? It's not just Gale, it's Johanna too. Hurts, doesn't it?"

"Here," Finnick says, handing me his rope. "It helps cope. I'll get you your own but in the meantime, you can use mine."

I end up knotting away the rest of the night.

At dawn, Beetee comes by to give Finnick a new trident.

"You fixed it!" Finnick exclaims. It's awesome and I give a smile but it's not genuine. Suddenly I find myself asking Beetee, "You remember Noah?"

"Oh of course I do! He was a smart boy, that one..."

"Yeah...we were close. At least...I think we were. And...I just wish he could be here too, you know?" I say wistfully. I small smile tugs at the corner or my lips as a random memories of him resurface in my brain. Teaching me to use a slingshot, meeting me at the stream, kissing my cheek good bye. For a moment I see someone in the corner of my eye, moving along the walls. I'm probably just seeing things. I turn back to Beetee, smiling as we both reminisce about the boy we had once loved. But something about his smile tells me he isn't telling the full truth.

A little before noon, we're finally released to leave our bunkers. Our old quarters were destroyed but we have new compartments now, as well as more orders from Coin. That lady get's on my nerves...

Rory, Finnick, Katniss, Peeta and I are pulled from the line by Boggs. He takes us to a room that resembles Command, where Plutarch, Haymitch, Cressida and the team are all present. They seem tired. Plutarch is holding onto his coffee like someone might steal it.

"The five of you need to get above ground. We have two hours to get footage of the damage from the bombing. Establish that Thirteen's military unit is still functional and dominant, and that the Mockinjay...Mockingjays....are alive."

Soon I'm in Remake, being prepped so fast that I'm done before Plutarch's coffee could have cooled down. Everyone follows Boggs' lead and we climb a ladder, then exit through a trap door.

Fresh air, I think with a smile. I breath in and out, realizing how much I hated the bunkers. We walk into the woods. Just before the games I would have shuddered at the thought but now it invigorates me.

"What day is it?" I ask Plutarch.

"September starts next week," he replies.

Snow has had Gale and Johanna for almost 6 weeks now. I hope Rory didn't hear the answer, it would only worsen his misery.

"Anyone on the first ten levels would have been killed," Plutarch comments as we come across a deep, deep, crater. We walk around the pit and continue.

"Can you rebuild things," Finnick asks.

"Not soon. For now we'll seal it off."

The world of Thirteen was almost completely underground. Buttercup's window was just a foot above ground level, and that was the very top of the building. I look around and see that new rubble mixes with the old, but not much has been ruined, just the buildings...What I mean is, everything is underground so not much above ground has been destroyed. Maybe that's obvious and I'm just overthinking things.

"How much of a warning did Johanna give," Haymitch asks.

"About ten minutes," Boggs answers.

"It did help, right?" Finnick asks, probably for assurance that his friend did the right thing.

"Oh yes, certainly. In a life or death situation, every second counts. 10 minutes means lives saved."

Yeah, I almost died, I think. Rory lectured me about it. I think it was nice of him but it did hurt my feelings a little. It was like his anger overrode his concern for me.

We start to film in front of the Justice Building. It's almost a joke since that's all the Capitol shows of District 13. It reminds me of Bonnie and Twill all over again.

Suddenly, Finnick points something out and we all stop. Roses, pink and red, are strewn on the ground.

"They're...for me, no one touch them," I say.

I shake as a crew in special suits carts them all away. I calm myself down though. I've been good at that since I was young. Katniss can panic sometimes but I'm the opposite, that calms her down.

"So...what do you need from me? I ask Cressida.

"Just a little something to let them know you're alive."

"Okay, sure," I say and look into the red dot. I stare at it but I got nothing. "I got nothing."

"That's okay, how about we do a question and answer thing?" Cressida suggests, dabbing my face with a cloth.

"Sure...that sounds great, thanks."

"No problem. Let's start simple," the red light turns on, "Primrose Everdeen, you have survived the bombing of Thirteen by the Capitol. How was it, and how does it compare to Eight?"

"There was no real danger, we were deep underground. And...well, Thirteen's alive and so am-" I see Rory in his misery and stop mid sentence. I try again. "Thirteen's alive and..."

"Prim, this is all we need to do today. Just this and it's over," Cressida says encouragingly.

I nod and take a deep breath. I try again but burst out in tears. The things I say are going to hurt Gale. They're going to hurt Rory.

"Cut," Cressida calls out with a sigh.

"What's wrong with her," Plutarch mutters under his breath. Finnick tells him,

"She found how how they're using Johanna and Gale."

Everyone sighs and they all know there is no way for me to un-know what I have learned. People try to comfort me but all I want is Finnick. Only he understands this pain. I croak for him and he comes to my side. He carries me away so that we can be alone but still see the crew.

"It's going to be okay," he says, and somehow coming from him, it makes it so much better. I keep crying though.

"I can't stop thinking about what they'll do t-to...to Johanna a-and Gale because I- I am the Mockingjay."

Finnick hugs me tighter, saying "I know...I know."

"Did you see how different Gale was acting, pointing at that screen? Wha-t what are they doing to him?!"

I break out in tears again and gasp for air, but manage to spit out, "It's all my fault!" in the middle. I'm crying and crying when Haymitch comes over and tells me,

"Sweetheart, you'll be alright."

Then I feel a needle injected into my arm and the world slowly slips away.

Whatever they injected must have been strong because I wake up a few days later. Haymitch and Finnick are sitting next to me, and I'm laying down on a bed.

"R-rory....Gale! Johanna!" I sputter, my eyes dilating as the events all come back.

"Shh, it's alright, we're going to rescue them."

"W-we are?"

"Yeah. You told me about Peeta and his secret mission to scout paths. Remember? They've decided they're finally going to do it."

I take a moment for that to sit in. We're going to rescue Johanna and Gale. It's all going to be okay.

"Here, drink some," Haymitch tells me, helping me sit up as he hands me a cup of water. "They're getting Annie for Finnick too, isn't that great?"

I look into Finnick's eyes, full of pain but somehow more alive, and smile. A genuine smile.

"That's great, Finnick."

"And Boggs is leading it, so that's a definite plus right?" Haymitch says in a cheery voice.

"Y-yeah," I say. Haymitch isn't a optimistic person so he takes me by surprise.

"And, and he's doing great! It was by volunteers, but he pretended not to see my hand in the air, see? He's already shown excellent judgement."

Something is definitely wrong. I ask him,

"Who else volunteered?"

"Uh...there were um, seven. Seven of 'em, altogether."

"Haymitch. Who else volunteered?"

"You know Prim...you know."

And I do. Of course I do.

Rory. The volunteer.

~A/N~ Dun dun! Write a "2.0" chapter, check! Proah flashback, check! Save Gale from the Capitol, check! Or at least...getting there. Got a lot of things done in this chapter, now all I need to do is write Finnick and Katniss' death scenes...

-Monica

JK don't kill me