Greetings, I am L.

Trapped In A Bubble Made Of Air

Chapter 1

"Oh God…oh God…OH GOD!" I craned to look up at the man hovering above me but all I saw were big, black bug eyes staring down at me. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" I tried to move but I didn't even know if I said the words or-is any of this real?

Am I hallucinating?

Am I having another nightmare?

"KATNISS!"

Peeta! That's Peeta! Where is he? Why can't I move my head? What's going on?

"Just breathe." Was all the giant bug eye's said before he wrapped something around my head, covering my eyes.

"GO AWA-"

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"Peeta." I called into the darkness, not daring to take a step in fear that I might walk into him. I hated when I thought of how we came to be in these circumstances, but unfortunately my brain had a lot of time to replay them for me. The only thing that kept my thoughts from going back was Peeta.

"Yeah Katniss?" He answered somewhere to my left.

Blindly I groped for him, my hands sweating as my thoughts raced with the possibilities. None of them were good.

"It's been days…maybe even a week since they've given us food." I whispered, clutching at air in my desperate attempts to grab a hold of him. Not soon enough I felt his large, warm hands close over my own and immediately my heart calmed and relief flooded though my body. He was here, beside me not lost in the vast darkness of this basement.

"I know." He pulled me closer to his body and I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his chest. I took a moment to breathe in his scent, though honestly he didn't really smell all that good considering the fact that we've been locked in an empty basement that seemed to go on forever for months without access to running water or soap. We both smelled disgusting.

"You smell gross." I mumbled in a bad attempt to lighten the dark mood.

"So do you honey." He chuckled and pulled back. I know he was staring down at my face, or at least trying to. "We need to get out of here. I haven't heard any movement in…"

"Days." I finished for him and sighed.

So long we've been trapped in this dark underground basement without heat or light, not even one tiny candle. Everyday someone would come down, unlatch a piece of the ceiling then lower a basket of food and water and for the briefest of moments, we'd catch a glimpse of one another before we were covered in darkness once again.

But it's been days since that's happened and though we were both putting on a face for the other, deep down we both knew something was wrong.

Something drastic had changed.

Even though the people who gave us food and drink never spoke, it became commonplace for them to at least nod at us to soothe our nerves that everything was 'okay'.

I often wonder what we did to get ourselves into this situation but honestly, there was nothing. We were just sitting in the living area of one of the capital hotels like they asked us to do and before I could sneeze someone had grabbed me, gassed me and I woke up down here with Peeta. That was it.

"Any ideas on how to get out?" He asked softly, kissing my temple.

"One." I mumbled tiredly and sunk into Peeta's arms; I couldn't help it. He was so soothing to be around, so caring and understanding. He spoilt me, I know it. I grew soft in the time I've spent with him, in the time we've spent with each other. Never once has he pushed me to do anything I don't want to do, or pushed me away. He always holds me, or whispers sweet nothings when I start to freak out, something I didn't know I needed until he started doing it.

"Come on Katniss, concentrate." He pulled back and I felt one of his hands travel up my waist to my arm, shoulder then stop at my neck. "We have one piece of bread left and a small bit of water. We need to do something fast."

I sighed and nodded. "I think the opening is to our right. If you give me a boost up I can see if it's loose."

"If it isn't?"

"Let's just see if we can find it first."

Almost immediately Peeta stepped out of my arms and walked to the right, but he kept one hand wrapped around my forearm. "About…here?"

"Yeah." I sighed and walked up beside him, both my hands wrapped around his. "Think you can pick me up?"

"Of course." Easily he slid both his arms around my hips and hoisted me up against his body, immediately my legs wrapped around his waist and I steadied myself by digging my nails into his shoulders. "How's that?" His voice was low and steady and I felt his hands lock under my bum.

I leaned down and gave him a quick peck on the lips; even in the darkness we could maneuver ourselves near perfectly by touch alone. Slowly I stretched my arms up, hoping that my fingers would graze the ceiling.

It did.

"A bit higher." I whispered, though I had no idea why I suddenly felt the need to be quieter than a mouse. Gently Peeta pushed me higher and I felt my fingers jam into the cold ceiling before gliding over an indentation. Almost immediately I shoved and felt it give way. "This is it." I mumbled before taking a deep breath and shoving; the latch gave way with a puff of air and fell away with a loud clatter.

We were free.

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L.

Please review if I should continue, I honestly don't know where this is going. I just wrote this bit because I felt like writing and this sort of came out.

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All constructive and unconstructive criticism welcome.