Katniss's POV

Everyone my senses were foggy. I could barely even think straight, let alone get out of whatever was holding me down. I felt something soft grab what I think is my hand. It is hard to tell. The soft feeling stayed until my eyes decided to let me see light again. Then I saw the bright face of Peeta Mellark smiling down at me. Did we escape the capitol? Are we both trapped inside the capitol? Are we waiting for our deaths to be shown to everyone in Panem, in all their bloody and grotesque glory? But they would never grant Peeta the privilege to come check on me. They would leave him to his thoughts, leading him to believe I was dying a slow, painful death. I felt my ears pop and my deafness began to fade. I forced myself to speak. It kinda hurt.

"Are we…at the capitol?" I strained out.

He simply shook his head with the warm smile that always made things seem better. I figured after a while I would be able to do something phenomenal, like sit up. I leaned my head up and saw the thing clinging to my hand was Peeta. Not surprising, but whatever drugs were pumping through my body, it wasn't very fun. My thoughts ran together, and Peeta's smile would change to a worried expression as I began to giggle uncontrollably. What embarrassed me was how I would go on and on to him about how I love him in a slurred, drugged voice that didn't sound like me. Soon the drug wore off, and I noticed Haymitch's face hovering above me.

"How you doing, sweetheart?" he asked.

"Fine, I guess." I said. "How did we escape?"

"The capitol had a mole, or a lot of moles." He said. "Plutarch was one of them, we are safe now."

"Anything else happen?" I asked. "What about District twelve? My mom, Prim!"

"They are fine, but Distri-"

"What happened?" I screamed.

"Katniss, it is gone. District twelve is destroyed." Said Peeta softly, clutching my hand tightly. I felt my heart nearly stop, it was just like District thirteen.

"Where is my family?" I asked.

"In District thirteen." Said Haymitch. I widened my eyes. Then I remembered. Gale. Was he okay? They would've told me if Gale was alright, there was something they were hiding from me.

"What about Gale?" I asked worried. Peeta and Haymitch's faces lost their color, making my hope diminish into nothing.

"They took him…before the bombings they took Gale to the capitol." said Peeta, nearly in a whisper.

If I thought that the news of my home was crushing, this felt like tons and tons of brick falling on top of me. I slapped Haymitch across the face, and stopped myself from doing the same to Peeta. I was just so furious that they could let Gale be taken! Gale is now being tortured because he is connected to me.

"This was broadcasted this morning." said Haymitch flicking on a TV across the room.

I saw Caeser Flickerman appear in his normal outrageous attire, sitting with none other than Gale Hawthorne. He looked okay, his dark hair was kinda hanging in his face. Dark circles hung under his eyes from lack of sleep, but he still looked his handsome self.

"I am sitting with Katniss Everdeen's 'cousin' or that was what we've been told." He said smirking. "We have a few questions for you Gale." I felt proud of him, the way he was glaring at Caeser and the cameras. But defiance would only make everything worse, but seeing Gale break down isn't something any could ever imagine. "So, what was running through your mind when you first heard about the Starcrossed Lovers?"

"I felt fine." He replied. "How else should I feel?"

"Gale, we are barely buying your story about Katniss and you being related, tell the truth." He said.

"It doesn't matter what I say. You won't stop until you've got something to use against Katniss and Peeta and I refuse to give you that satisfaction." He replied in a cold voice.

"Gale.." I whimpered seeing this wasn't going to be good for him. I felt Peeta's soft hand once again upon mine, I didn't push it away. I knew I would need it.

"So, what are your feelings for Katniss?" asked Ceaser.

Gale began to try and stand up but something held him down. Katniss then noticed the silver bands around his arms and legs holding him to the chair. He must have not agreed to the interview.

"I love her as any cousin would." He growled, he laid his back against the chair acting as if he were bored and had something better to do. "Is this almost finished?"

"Yes, we are done." said Caeser sounding sad. The television faded slowly, but the sound did not. Gale's protests against whatever was trying to move him rang through my ears..

"Let me go! Keep that thing away from me! UGH!"

The broadcast ended in Gale's screams.