White tiles lined the floor, gleaming sterile faces laughing back at the boy who cast his eyes down upon their porcelain features. The fluorescent lighting above his head buzzed and clicked with the signal that it would need replacing soon. The room held only a small white bed, one Plexiglas window, and one young man curled up on the bed.

He studied the blank wall across from him, his vacant eyes showing almost no signs of life.

"Peeta Mellark," a young nurse called into the room before entering, "it's time to get your evaluation."

Peeta stood up with a blank expression, his eyes hauntingly dull. He followed the nurse out of the room, heading deeper into the facility as he trailed the perky blonde nurse. She didn't stop chattering away during the walk. By the time they got to the doctor's door, the woman had explained every crevice in this entire building.

"Alright now you are going to sit in there and you'll meet your doctor. She will begin the evaluation and when your session is finished you will be escorted back to your room. Dinner is promptly at 6, and depending on her instructions you will have an allotted amount of free time during the day. If you aren't in the dining hall at the specific times, I or your other nurse will come get you. Medicine schedules are posted in your room and in front of the nurses' station. Do not be late for taking your medication or you will go on probation watch."

With a quick nod of her head she turned and walked down the hall, heading back in the direction they came. Peeta hesitated at the door, his hand hovering over the knob. He looked around and noticed the large male nurses standing not too far away. He wasn't stupid; he knew what they were for. The minute he got out of control or created even the slightest of disturbances, they would be shoving a needle in his arm so fast he'd be out before he could take one step. Taking a deep breath Peeta slowly turned the knob and scraped the door open slowly.

The inside of the room was very bare, situated with leather couches, a couple windows, and one large arm chair. There sitting in the chair sat a woman, about the same age as him, with dark wavy hair swept into a side braid. She sat with a pad and paper, tapping her chin with a pencil as she studied whatever was written on the paper. On her white lab coat sat a name tag that read "Katniss Everdeen".

He coughed into his hand, gaining the attention of the young doctor immediately. Come in Peeta, please sit anywhere you are comfortable.

Peeta nodded and sat across from her, his back and side to the wall and away from the windows. Her eyebrows quirked up, this action not going unnoticed by her observation. Other than that slight move her face was stony and unmoving.

"No one is going to hurt you here Peeta. We're here to help. Old habits die-hard, but maybe try to relax a little while you're here."

He looked at her with a blank expression, his hands clenching and unclenching on his knees. He curled in on himself more, trying to stay as far away from her as possible.

"Why don't you tell me why you're here," she said gently.

"You already know why I'm here, so what difference does it make if I say it?"

Her face stayed emotionless as she listened to his bitter words. "The point of this is to have you voice why you are here. It's a simpler topic then some of the other demons that are haunting you." She stated her words bluntly, getting straight to the point and not trying to coddle him at all.

"I'm here because I was captured at one of our bases. My country is in war with itself and I was taken as a child soldier at age 7. Authorities from this country deemed me mentally unfit, and I was dropped off here."

His eyes held no fire in them as he talked. They were cold hard ice drops, staring down at the floor as he spouted out each word.

The pencil running over the paper was the only sound in the room for a few tense minutes. He didn't dare look up, keeping his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

"Why do you believe you were put in here Peeta?" Katniss questioned him without even a glance in his direction, keeping her attention on the notes scribbled onto the paper.

He just snorted and rolled his eyes grounding out, "because I'm a danger to everyone."

"I didn't ask you the reason they put you in here, but the reason that you think you're in here." Her tone held no sincerity or contempt, only cold hard logic echoed out of her voice.

"I'm here because I'm a murderer. I killed people, I watched the other kids in my unit kill children and I've watched them be killed."

She pursed her lips before she asked her next question. "Can you tell me what events in your life are real or fake?"

His face contorted slightly as he thought this question over. "What do you mean? What events aren't real? I would know if I dreamed those things up doctor."

She just blinked at his words, like she didn't believe a thing he said. "Do you honestly believe you're a murderer, even though your government brain washed you?" She stared straight into his eyes as she spoke, but he couldn't meet her gaze. His hands were clenching and unclenching on his knees as his eyes burned holes into the carpeted floor.

"They didn't, I wouldn't… you're just trying to just turn me against them. I'm a, I don't…" He started stumbling over his words, his hands now balled into fists. His face was blooming with red as he shook with fury. He couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't anymore, the room started to spin and all he could see was her face staring at him without any emotion on her face. He ground his teeth together as his eyes held the flames of a burdened man.

Suddenly it was like a rubber band snapped in half. He stood in milliseconds, his posture stiff and rigid, like his muscles were locked in place. His eyes were like two blue flames, burning her faces with his glare. He wasn't even staring at her anymore; it was like he was looking straight through her. He flew right in front of her seated body, his nostrils flaring with rage. He barely had time to throttle her throat with a vise like grip before the door was busted open and the two men from the hall were wrestling him down to the floor, shoving a needle into his arm and injecting the medicine in him.

He slumped on the ground, his body rapidly losing its strength. He flicked his eyes up, staring at Dr. Katniss as she stood above him with her hand gingerly touching her now bruised neck. She didn't look scared or even angry; the only thing drifting in her eyes was pity and a flicker of something else he couldn't comprehend. As his vision swam, he could hear the buzz of their voices talking over him, but he wasn't able to understand the words. Black spots covered his line of sight, and finally his eyelids drooped down as the drugs overtook him.