LOST MEMORIES
PROLOGUE
"STOP!"
I've been screaming non-stop for what seemed like hours, but they never listened. Another crack of the whip came, spluttering more blood on the tiled floor.
"No!" I scream again, flinging my arms outward. Why did they have to do this? I rattle the bars of my cell loudly. One Peacekeeper whipped his head in my direction, clearly annoyed.
Good.
"Let him go!" I shout at the top of my lungs. I can't take another minute of this. Tears filled my face, choking me, but I didn't care. I slapped my hands on the cold metal railings, hoping for some kind of superpower to tear it down.
"Take me! Stop hurting him! Take me!"
"Katniss, no..." He says weakly, blood trickling down his lips. He's sprawled on the floor now, his breathing heavy and raspy. His white shirt is stained with red, and it's almost completely torn now. The color from his face has drained since the whipping started, his usually peaceful expression replaced by pain.
I can't let them do this. I won't stop shouting and pleading with them until they've listened to me. The boy that I really, truly care about is slowly crumpling to pieces in front of me. My heart thumped painfully against my chest every time I see the whip being raised; every cry of agony piercing right through my core, blocking the air in my lungs.
He doesn't deserve this. My Peeta has to get out of this hell.