-The next day-

My throat was still raw as the prep team made me over, for the second time this month. They're working on covering my bruises with makeup and doing up my hair, trying to hide the various wounds and scars I received in the arena. They chattered away about the other Tributes and their favorite kills, while I do my best to block it all out. I can't help but shiver. The look on his face - Neptune - the last boy I killed. He had a score of 11, I remembered that from training. [i]He should have won, shouldn't he?[/i] I remembered his strength, his hands wrapped around my slender throat, his eyes boring down with a wild and panicked fury.

I felt my stomach churn, so I try to push the too-fresh memories away. 

Instead I thought of home. All of District 6 will be waiting for me. I don't really care about all of them, frankly. Just two. My fathers Corolla and Piston will be the first in line to congratulate me when I'm taken home. I won this for them, because I had to go home. I had to. I had to.

[i]The 5 kids you killed had to go home too, Jetta.[/i]

That echoes around inside my head for a while, too long for me to stop. I felt my eyes welling up with tears.

"Ah, ah! None of that, darling, you'll ruin your mascara." One of the prep team, I think her name is Fitz, or Fizz, or something with an F, gently chides me. "You're on with Caeser Flickerman in thirty minutes. Now let's get you dressed." 

My stylist, Aristotle, has picked out a beautiful, purple flowered gown for me to wear. I swear I can still feel the hot blood coating my hands as I stared at it. [i]I don't deserve this. I'm a murderer. Why don't they see that?[/i]

Something in the chatter pricks my ears up. "-and you'll get to meet your sponsors and do autographs!"

"What sponsors? Besides D6, who sponsored me?" My voice is still a little hoarse.

"You'll see, darling, you'll see. Now, let's get you into that dress, Jetta."