Never Forget
Chapter 1- Captive Bodies
I woke up panting, staring at the white room around me. The last thing I remember was passing out in the arena, or maybe in the hovercraft? I am just so confused. And Peeta. Where was he? I frantically looked around at my surroundings. The walls were pure white with white sheets and a white pillow. There was a white lighting fixture with it giving off a white glow. Everything in here was white! It was just so aggravating as you looked around seeing nothing but white. Like a mental patient's room. No way to enter or exit. Or was there?
I looked over to one of the walls. There must have been some way to get me in here, I mean how was I in here? Did they just build a room around me while I was passed out? That couldn't have happened. Definitely.
I finally worked up enough strength to lift myself out if my bed and to the wall. There must be a way out. How else could they have changed my clothing and IV's. As I walked against the wall I started to worry again. What have they done with Peeta? Is he locked up too? Do I need to rescue him? Where is Haymitch? Is he out drunk somewhere because he can't find us? Ok. Stop with the negative thoughts. I will find a way out of here, no matter what. There is no way I can let Peeta be locked up like I am in a barren, sterile room. He will start to- wait. What was that? I slowly backed up to what I felt while worrying about everything. A crease in the wall. I looked closer and saw a hairline crack going down the wall. I looked up and saw it go all the way around the wall and form a door. I immediately forgot about me being stuck in here or Peeta dying while at the Capital. Because I was going to rescue him.
I looked at the smashed door behind me and rubbed my arm. I suppose I didn't have to smash down the door but it was more fun. I mean I was stuck in the room for at least, what a few days to a week? That was entirely possible considering I don't remember getting into that room. It was also entirely possible is was my birthday, May 8th. It was still all confusing.
I traveled down the hallway looking for Peeta's room. I passed the first door and looked in. Nothing interesting- just an empty room exactly like mine. I walked down a few more feet and opened another door. Just another room.
I sighed. They were going to find me soon and I had to find Peeta and get out if there. Or even somewhere to hide would be nice. But if anyone were to look into any of these room they would easily see me. There was nothing to hide behind and I would stick out like a sore thumb if I tried to.
There were four more doors left in that hallway. If Peeta wasn't there then I'd have to go all the way back and start searching the other half of the hallway, which by then I will be caught. So he has to be here.
The first door was another copy-cat room, but this time it looked like someone had gotten rid of everything they ate in the past week all over the room. I felt no need to go in there at all. The next room there was a table and a few chairs around it, most likely a conference room. The third room was when I knew every thing was going wrong. I started walking in and immediately stopped again. I heard Prim crying my name over and over again on the other side of the room but couldn't see anything. I tried to rush over but was pushed down by something. As I got closer to get a better look I noticed something familiar about the atmosphere. Like somewhere in 12. Then it hit me.
"The forest," I whispered aloud. Prim then jolted me out of my trance. If I was in the woods then- Prim. When was the only time she went into the forest? Never alone, it always scared her to death. So why would she be there now? Surly my mother would have gone, she always does. that must mean it's not Prim. Unless the Capital took her captive and dumped her in this forest. So it could- I was startled again by, this time, an animate being, a bird. As the bird past by I noticed something familiar about it. It looked like a Mockingjay. So then Prim wasn't Prim. It was a Jabberjay.
I ran out of that room as fast as I could. I couldn't bear listening to Prim's voice anymore. I was down to the last door before they find me so I couldn't waste all my time in there. I still had to find Peeta.
I slowly came upon the final door. He had better be in here. If he wasn't then I'm not sure what I'm going to do. I slowly opened the door afraid of what I was going to see. When the door was all of the way open I just stood there staring. In front of me was some large computer contraption. Instead of walking away in dismay I slowly approached the mechanism. I was going to die. After all, curiosity killed the cat. If only… I thought, thinking of Buttercup.
I started worrying, this machine was making all these noises with parts flying around. All I did was press some big button. I guess I shouldn't have done that. All of a sudden a white light started coming out of the machine. I ran toward the door and tried to open the door. I turned the knob and slammed the door trying to open it. It wasn't opening, I pushed harder. The light came closer to me. I gave the door one last shove but it didn't budge. The white light came up and enveloped around me. The light blinded me but I could tell I wasn't in the same place anymore.
I slowly opened my eyes to what seemed like another normal day.
"Good morning Prim" I whispered hearing what sounded like her feet a few yards away. When my grogginess finally cleared away I noticed something different about where I was. I wasn't in my house in the Seam but I was in District 12. I looked below me.
"The meadow," I whispered to myself.
"Yea, we're in the meadow. But who're you?" I looked up to see a dark hair, grey eye guy around my age standing above me. He looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place him. He sort of reminded me of Gale but with a different attitude. It was more laid back with not much care for anything.
"So, who are you?" the guy said again, a little more forceful this time.
"I'm, um… my name is Katni- Catnip Evergreen," I replied with my voice a little shaky. I decided against using my real name because he obviously didn't recognize me.
"So why are you here?" Ugh, this guy keeps pestering me with questions so I'll never figure this out myself.
"I live here," I figure that is my best answer not knowing who this is.
"Don't lie to me, I know everyone around our age. You definitely are not one of them. You are just to good looking for me to forget," he told me with a wink. I could feel my cheeks flush as he said this while I was internally swearing. No need to flirt with some random guy while you have no idea who he is and why you're there! I told myself.
"Oh, um, I was pretty sure I did live here, this is District 11 right?" I asked covering up my mistake. I remember Rue telling me about 11 and was certain this guy wouldn't know what it actually looks like.
"Wow, now that must be pretty far away, you're in District 12, sweet cheeks" the guy told me. Good, he believes me. I released the breath I didn't know I was holding.
"Yes, now I remember. I ran away hanging onto my life and after a few days I came up to a stream and cleaned myself off and passed out right here," I explained hoping he would buy my explanation. The expression in his face the few seconds after made me believe I did convince him. He then stared down at me with a curious expression on his face.
"So you have no where to stay right? Why don't you come home with me?" He must have seen my shocked face because he then picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. He probably didn't expect me to fight back considering I appeared like a weak and helpless girl not that many minutes ago. Well then this guy was wrong. I stopes flailing about so he would relax his grip on me. Once he did I kneed him in the stomach causing him to drop me. I quickly got to my feet and giggled, very uncharacteristic of me, at the sight of him kneeled over in pain. He really does remind me of someone, who I would enjoy seeing in pain. I racked my memory for someone who looked remotely similar and I would like seeing in pain but I couldn't think of anyone.
"You didn't have to do that you know. It wasn't like I was kidnapping you or something," the mystery man said.
"I know, but it was fun. And there was no need to carry me, I can take care if myself you know. And I'm quite accomplished with a bow and arrow," I added with a quick smirk on my face. He just stared at me in shock, and I'm pretty sure he almost ran away. Then he saw my smirk and retaliated back.
"Of coarse not my darling, I will let you walk the next mile and a half all by yourself" he said, with extreme sarcasm.
"Thank you" I replied and turned to start walking but not before I saw him flash a genuine smile that made my heart flutter. "So what is your name?" I asked suddenly realizing I had no idea what to call the guy that has just made his way to my heart. I was expecting nothing special, just some normal name that would fit his personality perfectly. But no, it had to be a shocker, because nothing in my life is normal.
"Oh, my name? It's Haymitch Abernathy."
A/N- ISABELLE IT'S UP! Isabelle is my muse for Katniss, a helper of the creation of the story. Ok, I'm good. This is my first fan fiction so I would love to hear your thoughts. Ok.
