There s no escaping this feeling of despair.
There s no escaping this world. At least not yet. I want to. I need to.
But I can t.
I must give up. That would crush her. I can t do that. No. It would give her this feeling. The feeling that you get when you re near death.
Katniss. The one that keeps me alive. Katniss.
And then a fire starts around me. Burning.
I am aware a gas is clouding my mind. A pain doesn t shoot but creeps up my arm, invading my thoughts, my feelings, all that I ve said, everything s that s happened.
It screams. Or do I? I am not sure. I m sure it doesn t matter. Katniss.
Katniss?
My eyes fly open. What s going on? What is left?
What is right?
Am I alive?
Am I dead?
Questions.
Need answers.
I cry for anyone. Anyone. Whether they want to hurt me or not.
But voices fill my head, and thoughts are poured into my head as I enter a state that, I am certain, is death. The thoughts scream at me, but my ears refuse to block them out because nothing works. Not my brain, nor my heart.
The walls begins to melt, the floor begins to spin.
My soul is shredded. My bones shake. My empty heart is raging.
I only have one thought that matters.
Everything is a lie. I only figure this out as someone pulls me under this haze.
Blank.
Murder.
A whisper.
Katniss.