Ophelia followed the Careers with Piper, her ally, by her side. "I think we need to break off soon." He whispered to her slowly and she nodded in response. "It's settled then. After their next kill."

"I have eyes on Nixon," Liam muttered, holding his knife tighter. Ophelia glanced over his shoulder and saw the black-haired boy gathering water from the stream.

"Let's go." Velvet murmured, loading her bow.

The next moments were a blur to the brunette. She remembered Boyd lunging at Nixon, and then him stabbing him in the chest.

Piper squeezed her hand, and the next thing she knew, the boy's shirt was soaked in blood and he had an arrow in his heart.

She screamed loudly, looking to a smirking Velvet with a horrified look. "Go!" Piper yelled as he fell to the ground.

Ophelia sobbed and ran away like he said. She immediately regretted it but there was nothing else she could do. Three against one? No!

"You can run but you can't hide!" Liam screamed.

While running, she ended up dropping one of her only weapons, which was her spear.

She stopped after while, thinking she lost them and climbed up a tree. She then crawled into a ball and cried, shaking back and forth.

It was all her fault that he was dead. If only, she listened to him...

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She woke up, screaming her lungs out; the familiar feeling of a weight on her chest present. "No!" She shouted, causing someone to jump up from the floor.

"Hey, it's okay." Finnick comforted.

He sat on the bed and stroked her face and stroked her back as she sobbed. He then lifted her up, so she could cry on his shoulder.

As she cried, the only thing Ophelia could think about was how Piper was dead because of her.

All because of her.

"It's all my fault! I can't go back, Finnick!"

"Shhh, It's okay." He laid her down on the bed and pulled the covers over her chest.

"Don't leave me, please."

"I wouldn't dare." He laid next to her and rubbed her back. Once she felt safe enough, she finally fell asleep.

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Reaping day was here and Ophelia wanted so badly to crawl into a hole and stay there forever.

She dressed into a blue sundress and styled her hair in a nice bun. When she was ready, she dug her nails into her palms and walked out her door to Finnick's house, where Mags, Annie, and he stood.

She gave them all quick hugs and held Mags' hand as they walked into the town. Once they got there, they did the regular things and waited for the names to be called. She felt the most nervous for Finnick, because he was the only male victor from District four, which meant, he was going into the Games.

Elora walked onto the stage. She was wearing a dark, blue dress covered in gold shells, her eyelashes a bright blue color. She smiled and pulled the microphone to her lips. "Hello everyone! And welcome to the Third Quarter Quell District four reaping! May the odds be ever in your favor." Her high voice made Ophelia's head hurt. "Alright, let's get started. As always, female first." She dug her pure white hand into the glass bowl and pulled out a piece of paper. Elora unfolded the paper and smiled widely. "Annie Cresta!" The redheaded girl let out a sob, making Finnick's eyes go wide. He had always loved her as a sister and he couldn't do anything to save her.

The brunette looked to Mags, who stepped forward a bit. Ophelia's eyes widened as she realized what Mags was about to do.

"I volunteer as Tribute!" The words fly out of her mouth before she could even think twice about it.

"A Volunteer! That's great!" She exclaimed. "Now come up here," the Peacekeepers led her to the stage.

She couldn't help but look at the faces of Mags, Annie, and Finnick. "Oh! Well, it's none other than the infamous, Ophelia Parks!" She grinned and grabbed her hand as the crowd clapped. "Now, for the male Tribute."

She picked up the only piece of paper in the glass bowl. The brunette had the urge to puke. "Finnick Odair!"

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