Four backpacks.

Two large, a medium. And a small one, surely for District 12. Inside the small pouch is medicine that could save Peeta's life. But with one wrong move, Katniss could lose her own life. It's intense. Those people in the Capitol are probably wild with excitement at what a scary television show this is. It's not as funny when you're friends with the hero. They aren't actors. This is real.

From the panning shots the camera is taking, the woods are deserted. But in the closeups, you can see them. Thresh crouching behind a rock. Cato cracking his knuckles behind a thick oak, Clove beside him. Fox Girl inside the Cornucopia, hidden in shadows. And Katniss, shifting from side to side in some bushes. I'm wondering how she'll escape the evident bloodbath, but my thoughts are cut off by a streak of red hair rushing at the table. The figure grasps the medium pack and bolts away again.

The Fox Girl has done it again. In and out before her opponents can even blink. The others are momentarily stunned. I'm worried about who will break out of it first, because it would be so easy for someone to swipe the little District 12 bag along with their own. But the next person to burst out is Katniss, running at full speed, bow at the ready. I cry out as Clove's knife comes whizzing towards my friend, but Katniss deflects it, shoots back, and runs on, all in one fell swoop. Her arrow collides with Clove's arm, but it isn't fatal. I almost groan at the fact that Clove didn't die, before I catch myself and think about how these kids should not be fighting in the first place.

And she's got it! I cheer, watching her head for the woods, but the second knife is flying towards Katniss before I can yell "watch out" at the TV.

It hits her it the forehead, sending blood gushing down her face, over the cheeks I've made smile so many times before, but never touched.

Suddenly Clove is on top of Katniss, pinning her to the ground.

"Where's your boyfriend, District 12? Still hanging on?"

"He's out there now. Hunting Cato," Katniss replies. Although she isn't a great liar, the amount of strength in her voice makes it convincing. Clove grabs Katniss's throat and scans the area.

But Peeta doesn't appear.

Clove smiles. "Liar."

She pulls out her sheath of knifes and selects a weapon.

I can't watch. I can't watch. I must watch.

Remember what Madge said, I tell myself.

If she isn't dead, she's alive. If she's alive, she isn't gone. I repeat this like a mantra in my head. Clove traces Katniss's lips with the blade.

If she isn't dead, she's alive. If she's alive, she isn't gone...

A chilling thought hits me. The Games are done live, but there's a five minute transmission time delay, so that if there's something rebellious happening that the Capitol doesn't want us to see, it can be edited out before the public notices. Which means Katniss could already be dead. She could have been killed five minutes ago and I wouldn't know. I try to compose myself.

If she isn't dead, she's alive. If she's alive, she isn't gone...