Okay quick apology before you read this! I hate hate hate when I write terrible chapters! And I wrote a terrible chapter 16! So here is the rewrite and Max and Rosie NEVER break up! Or at least in this chapter... Not a spoiler alert because I haven't decided yet :) Anyways! This is 10,000,000,000,000,000,000x better than the first! And completely different! Sorry again for scaring you all with the not true break up! Luv ya!

~Annie

The annoying triangle of light wakes me up once again. I blink my eyes in confusion as the poisonous gas wears off.

I am back at the cornucopia, the silvery ceiling frowning down upon me.

A twinge of memory shocks me. And soon all of the previous events are fresh in my brain.

I dart up, searching the room for Max and Jonny. But neither are to be found.

Panic fills my mind.

I run outside and begin screaming their names.

"Max! Max! Jonny! Guys this isn't funny! Guys!" No reply.

Tears prick at my eyes, the same thought popping in my brain every time I say their name.

They are dead.

They are dead.

They are dead.

I begin to walk in circles, sobs making their names muffled.

I fall to the ground at the howl of the mutts once again, as good as dead.

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The fire pops and crackles children's voices.

Obviously the fresh morphine speaking.

My ankle has swelled three times it's size, and the venom has caused my hallucinations to appear more frequently.

I keep my eyes on the field of roses, imagining Max and Jonny walking out of them like heroes in story books, but nothing happens.

All around me is dead quiet.

My eyes start to search the area around me, paranoid.

My heart begins to race and my stomach heaves in fear.

I take deep breaths and shake my hands, trying to calm myself. But nothing helps.

My ankle screams, the morphine playing more with my mind, then helping the pain.

I take the head of my arrow and dig it into the soft flesh on my arm.

The pain is excruciating, momentarily distracting me from the pain in my ankle. But soon the blood starts to pump out of the open wound and I am left with the sickening feeling of guilt at purposefully hurting myself.

The only good thing the cut did, is cleared my mind. Now I am left with this icy super human feeling in my brain, everything around me sharp and clear. But that fades leaving me with everything I hate, guilt and pain.

Atleast I am clear on three things.

One, I am utterly alone.

Two, I am no longer the girl I used to be.

Three, the games have changed me.

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I go for a leisurely walk in the moonlight, nightmares keeping me awake.

The sun rises and I am stuck, slumberless, friendless, and heartless.

Heartless.

A word I never thought I would use to describe myself, but the perfect word that describes me now.

Hunger pains fill me with nausea, and panicked heaves throw bile out of me and onto the grassy earth below.

My walk ends at the field.

I grab at the oxygen mask around my neck.

I found it in one of the boxes in the cornucopia.

Beyond the field is a mountain range covered in white fluffy snow, so I tie a woolen jacket around my waist.

Raising the metal white mask to my face, I begin to walk into the primroses, keeping my arrow at ready.

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After a half hour of trekking through the thick roses, I come across my first dog.

It circles me eyeing my every move.

It's black fur looks almost silk in the moonlight, reminding me of my chariot dress.

I smirk under the metal mask.

The dog pounces on me just as my arrow shoots through it's heart.

It makes a small whimpering sound, it's eyes flashing fear and sadness.

I notice a small patch of red hair in the shape of a heart, sitting atop it's head, and a memory stings at my brain.

Molly.

But I shake it off and wiggle out from underneath it's grip.

"You are not Molly!" I say as I run deeper into the flowers.

I begin following what look like foot prints, that are about the size of Max's feet.

I shake the thought of Max being alive from my head and keep following the tracks, oblivious to the droplets of blood marking each foot print.

After a solid three hours of walking, I reach the foot of the mountain. But the footprints don't lead up the mountain, they lead around it.

So I follow, my bow at ready, out of habit.

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After about an hour of walking the rocky path around the mountain, my ankle begins to throb.

With every step, pain shoots up my leg with excruciating strength.

I stop and break at least four times before the footprints end.

I look around observing where they end, a rabbit hole. What is this? Wonderland?

The prints seem to lead straight into the hole, which is large enough to fit seven of me.

"Hello?" I shout into the hole, it echoes.

At first I hear a muffle, than a whimper, than a scream.

"Who is down there?" I ask.

"Rosie? Rosie is that you?" A familiar voice greets me.

"Max? Max you are alright?" Tears weld up in my eyes.

He hunches out of the hole, dragging something behind.

His healed wound, has opened again, and he has a couple scratches on his face, but other than that he is fine.

I just stand there grimacing.

"What no hug?" He opens his arms.

"What's that? Or should I say who's that?" I point at a swollen human body that lays beside him, bloody and gnarled.

"It's Jonny. The dogs, they came out of nowhere. He fought, but eventually, they chewed at him and left him for dead.

"Great. Just what we need, another injured person." I roll my eyes and look back towards the field.

"Rosie? What got into you?" Max asks.

"Nothing."

"Okay. Well I think you should see this."

"See what."

"This." He moves inside the hole, motioning for me to follow.

I double-take, not trusting him.

"What do you not trust me now?"

I shake my head, lying.

"Rosie I mean it, what is wrong."

"Nothing. Just peachy."

He is silent.

"First things first. We need to get back to the cornucopia." I say sternly.

"How do you expect to do that? There are wild man eating dogs standing in our way. Not to mention gas flowers."

"Can you fight?"

"What?"

"Are you well enough to fight?"

"I guess. Yeah."

I hand him my oxygen mask.

"This will help you breathe in the flowers. Keep you sword at ready the whole time. I will take Jonny and run. I can hold my breath long enough to get through the flowers, as long as I move quickly."

He puts the mask on and readies his sword.

"Try and keep up as best as possible. On the count of three." I say.

"One." He says.

"Two." My turn.

"Three." Both of us say this in sync and dart into the primroses.

I take a huge gulp of air and run.

My lungs burn, but one breath is deadly.

I keep running, Jonny swung across my shoulder.

I can hear Max panting behind me, under his oxygen mask.

I can see the exit, when it starts.

The wave is so ginormous, even I gasp.

Max gulps. I run. He follows.

The wave destroys everything in it's path. Including the roses, where we stood only moments ago.

"Head for the forest, and climb the sturdiest tree." I shout over the rumble of the wave.

Max grabs Jonny of my shoulder, and throws us both over his back over his back.

"What the hell!" I shout.

He finds a tree and drops me.

I stand shocked, at his amount of strength.

"What are you waiting for? Climb!" I obey and climb the tree quickly.

He follows close behind.

When we reach the spot where we can climb no higher, I find the sturdiest branch and link on.

Max lays on top of me, throwing Jonny onto the branch above us, with immense strength.

He embraces me tightly, his arms wrapped around me then around the branch.

"There's that hug." He says groaning happily.

"You call this a hug?" Sarcasm plays in every letter of every word I just said, but it sounds more like a rude remark than a sarcastic joke.

But he laughs, and squeezes tighter.

This is gonna be a long day.