Peeta Mellark
The light of the white room burned my eyes. It was the first time I had woken up since the quell. The Quell! Did I win? Is everyone else dead? Katniss. What the hell happened? Katniss. Where the hell is Katniss? If she is dead, I will mentally go insane. I try to move my head up to scan the room, but I feel pain. I don't care. I sit up again, hoping to see Katniss, but instead I see Johanna and Enobaria, sleeping, and a ginger haired girl, looking in my eyes, scared. This doesn't make sense. Why would we be out of the games if there a three survivors? Only three? Katniss.
"Peeta?" The ginger asks. Who is she? "What is happening? Where is Finnick?" I wish I knew. The question is, Where is Katniss? Katniss. So confused. Beyond confused.
"Who are you?" I ask her. The girl, about seventeen, looks at me strangely. Don't I know her? So many questions, and so very little answers.
"Annie...Cresa. Finnick. District Four. Mad Girl. Games. Jabberjays. Katniss. My thoughts are a domino response, one thought leading to the next, each more painful to think about.
Just as she is about to talk again, a peacekeeper walks in, and is moving towards Annie, grabbing her. She screams out, "Let me go!" The peacekeeper then comes for me, and grabs me. He brings us both to a room with two cells, and throws us in separate ones.
Annie starts to cry. She towards me, looks through the bars, and says, "I want Finnick. And I bet you want Katniss."
"More than anything, but I don't know if she is alive. I don't know whats going on." I respond.
Annie looks stricken, and she looks at me and says, "Peeta, the force field blew up. Katniss, Finnick, and Beete were taken to District 13, and the remaining alive tributes were taken here."
"Then why are you here?" I ask, confused.
"Because they assume that I know something, that Finnick told me something. Did you know?" Annie plants the question on me. Did I know? Did Katniss know? Katniss. So confused. "No" I respond.
After, there is a long silence. We sit until a tray of food comes. Some type of mystery meat and potatoes. So much for capitol food.
After we finished eating, I look at Annie and I say, "Annie, I don't know why everyone calls you crazy"
"I guess I am sometimes insane. The capitol things i'm insane, so do the people in the districts. Finnick doesn't, though." She says, depressed.
"I don't think you're insane." I say to her, reaching my hand into the bars, as she grabs it. Its like that night, two, three weeks ago, on interview night, when the victors held hands in an act of rebellion. Instead, its two victors held in the capitol, holding hands. We are not getting interviewed, but if we were, I think I know what I would say. "Yes, Ceaser, rebellion is certainly coming."
Hello Everyone! This is my first story I actually want to finish. Just so you all know, THIS IS NOT A PEETA AND ANNIE LOVE STORY. Just had to clear the air there…xD. Reviewing/Favoriting/Following would mean the WORLD to me! Thanks for reading!