I was not dead. I thought I was but I wasn't. But then where was Katniss and mom.

The last thing I remembered was a blinding flash of light and katniss screaming for me as the bombs fell.

I surveyed my surroundings and my eyes widened with fear. I was in a small prison cell with open bars widening into a small corridor where other cells stood. Where was I?!

My head pounded and a gingerly felt the side of my head where a massive bruise stood out. My joints creaked when I stood and cuts were scattered across my body. Wherever I am I know for sure that President Snow must be dead.

Then suddenly (as if spurred on by my thoughts) one of the doors at the end of the corridor opened. And through it walked president Snow.

He strolled over to my cell and peered through the bars at my cowering figure. I stood pressed up against the back wall, trying to get as far away as I could from him as I could.

"Don't be worried, " he said," You are in safe hands, primrose."

"Where is Katniss!" I yelled, "what have you done to her."

"more like what has she done to me. "

He turned around and clicked his fingers. One of the guards jumped on the other and stabbed him. I knew that that guard was loyal to President Snow. The guard then unlocked my cell and lifted me up over one shoulder after tying my hands and feet together. As I was manhandled out of the prison block I heard Snow say, " We shall meet again primrose, in death. "

I was then taken to a car, forced to drink a green liquid which tasted like salt and gagged. I guessed that the liquid was drugged because soon after I felt really woozy. I dozed off soon after being shoved into the boot of a vehicle.

I awoke in yet another prison cell but this time it was more like a room, except for the fact that I was chained to the wall. What did they think I would do!? Use my non-existent super powers to break out and fly away!?

There was a small window just above my head. I stood on my tiptoes and peered out ; it was just turning morning. That meant I had been asleep for more than 10 hours.

My stomach rumbled impatiently. I sighed, if I wasn't used to the luxury of food fresh everyday, I would have not been bothered about hunger pains. However after living in luxury for weeks, that changed everything.

The door flew open and a young man strolled in. He had jet black hair and a pale complexion. He came and unleashed me from the wall and walked back to the door.

"get over here, we are going. " he simply stated and walked off. I knew it was either stay in this pitiful cell or follow him. There was no discussion, I followed him.

My hair hung limply in the breeze that had suddenly appeared as he briskly walked through the corridor. It was minutes of walking before I plucked up the courage to speak to him.

" where are we going and who are you? "I stuttered." will we see katniss? "

" who's katniss? " he didn't stop walking," no we are going overseas to America. "

My heart sunk like a deflated balloon in my chest. I don't think I will ever see katniss or mom again.