Just a little ficlet on how Peeta felt during hijacking, since we only hear Katniss's thoughts on it. Plus, thanks to everyone who's been reading, reviewing and favouriting my stories! AbiX
As I continue to smack my head against the cool smooth texture of the table below me, images swarm my mind, taking control of me, banishing the only real memories I have left to the deepest corners of my soul. I'm drowning, drowning in despair, anger but most of all frustration. I no longer know what is real or not real, I can no longer determine between living breathing things and the torturous illusions, dancing evilly before my mind.
I hate my self for becoming some one that I'm not, for becoming enraged by fabricated truths, for becoming just a piece in their games. I hate myself for hurting her, the girl I love, the girl that I would sacrifice every fiber of my being for, just to protect her.
On my darkest days I wish for death, for the peace it would bring me, for the dreams filled with not images tainted by the capitol, but beautiful memories, real memories of my Katniss, the dreams that I don't want to wake up from.
Today is my darkest day yet, and as I feel the needle being shoved in my arm, I know that tomorrow will be just as bad as today.
That night my dreams were of my Katniss and they were beautiful.
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