There's No Going Back. So

If You Hit Bottom, There's A Whole Lot Of People Here To Help You Up

Winning Means Fame And Fortune. Losing Means Certain Death. The Hunger Games Have Begun.

Something Small And Quiet, Like A Match Being Struck, Lights Up The Gloom Inside Of Me.

You're Still Trying To Protect Me. Real Or Not Real," He Whispers. "real," I Answer. "because That's What You And I Do, Protect Each Other.

Maybe Everyone Is Just Trying To Protect Me By Lying To Me. I Don't Care. I'm Sick Of People Lying To Me For My Own Good.