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Chapter one:

I hear the footsteps coming closer, and with each footstep another shivers goes down mine spine. The footsteps always bring the same thing every time, pain. In the beginning I hoped that the footsteps would mean someone had come to save me form this never ending nightmare. As the time passed I stopped hoping that the footsteps would bring any good. The footsteps stop and I know that the pain won't be too long now.

"Hello Peeta, how are we doing today," a snake-like voice hissed.

"Ugh."

"Now we will let you go if you tell us were the others are."

"I don't know."

As I uttered those words I knew how true they were. I don't know anything anymore. The date has long ago lost its meaning. I don't know how long I have been here. And the thing that is more tormenting than anything else is the fact that I don't know if Katniss is okay. I don't even know if she is alive. I hope that she is with the "others" that my tormentors keep talking about.

"Ah. Too bad, you know what this means don't you?"

"Yes." And then the pain begins.


My beating was finally over, this one was much worse than the other. I will never get the snake voiced man hissing "We already killed your girl friend. She died because you didn't protect her. I am sure her family will be grateful once we kill you. They have asked for nothing but the death of the person who killed Katniss, they want your death. I bet her cousin, Gale was it, would have prevented her untimely death."

That was the first time I heard any news about Katniss. The pain that coursed threw me made me want to die. The promise of death was now a welcome thought. I was the reason she was dead if only I could have ... could have... could have what? I could have protected her in the game; I should have never left her. I could have run away with her and lived in the woods like she suggested. I could have... what's the point, I could have stopped her death from occurring, but I didn't. I didn't do a thing to help her when she needed me the most; if she is no longer alive I don't want to be either.

An image of Katniss flashed in front of my eyes. Her hair in one of her signature braids, she is lying on her side curled up but not quite in a ball. Her entire face glowed, like it always does when she is in the sunlight, her eyes were gently closed and her mouth pulled up at the corners the way it always does when she slept. She looked so peaceful and then the image changed drastically. Her eyes flashed open and were suddenly staring directly at me, accusing me of killing her.

No matter what I tried I couldn't get her to go back into that peaceful state of sleep. Her eyes stayed fixated on me burning with pure hatred. Her eyes suddenly changed once again but they were no longer Katniss's they were President Snow's. It was no longer Katniss in front of me, it was President Snow. His lips were curled into a wicked smile and the hissing voice came out of his mouth.

"We already killed your girl friend. She died because you didn't protect her. I am sure her family will be grateful once we kill you. They have asked for nothing but the death of the person who killed Katniss, they want your death. I bet her cousin, Gale was it, would have prevented her untimely death."

And the nightmare worsened as the words spoken in that horrible hissing voice repeated in my mind and the image of Katniss accusing me of her death replaced any other thought in my mind. I am sure the nightmare will never end, even in death I will still be tormented by the fact that I caused the death of the one person I truly loved. I will never stop feeling the pain caused by those few words. "We already killed your girl friend." The truth was she was never really mine, I never truly had Katniss, and now I never will.


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