Hey guys ! This is my first ever fan fiction and I hope you enjoy it ! If you want to suggest anything or give me any tips on how to make the story better don't be afraid to do so :) Ok so this fan fiction is in Peeta's POV. We all know that he was kidnapped by President Snow and hijacked to hate Katniss but we don't know how he was hijacked and what they did to him. This fan fiction is my take on what went down in the Capitol when Peeta was hijacked. There will be more chapters to come very shortly :) Hope you enjoy it :) :)

I wake up surrounded by four, white walls. Chains attached on both wrists and ankles. I try to break free but each time I pull I feel the chains becoming tighter and tighter.

"Katniss ! Katniss ! Help! Where are you ? "

Suddenly one of the four still, white walls crash down and Katniss comes running through.

"Hey!"

She comes running to me in her torn up mockingjay outfit designed by Cinna.

"Katniss!"

She lands on her knees one inch away from me and hugs me. She lets go and holds my face in her hands.

"Katniss what's happening? Where am I? Are you ok?"

The chains will not let me go.

"I'm fine Peeta, I'm fine… But I don't think you will be"

She runs her fingers along my jawline, she smiles at me. I start worrying… what does she mean by 'but I don't think you will be?'

"What do you mean I won't be ok? What's going on?"

Katniss reaches into her weapon belt that is attached onto her mockingjay outfit and pulls out a knife. Hold on a knife?

"Bye Peeta"

She thrusts the knife right through my hip. My vision becomes blurry as I blink. Suddenly Gale comes running through the once standing and now fallen wall.

"Eugh! Look at him, all weak and defenseless. All finished Catnip?"

"Katniss? Why?"

I say with my last few breaths. I try pulling out the knife from my side as my breaths become shorter and shorter.

"Star crossed lovers they called us! PSH! It was all for the games Peeta"

Gale grabs her by the waist, the fact that she isn't backing away makes me sick. They begin laughing hysterically. However it's what they do next that kills me the most, they kiss. She fooled me. I trusted her with everything, I saved her and she saved me. Their laughing then becomes softer and softer, although that still doesn't take away the pain. All sounds begin to fade out. The putrid laughs then become a symphony of electrical beeps. I rub my eyes and wake up in a hospital.

"Good morning Mr. Mellark"

A white lady in a lab coat is standing beside me. She looks very familiar. I have seen that short, blonde hair and black lipstick before. It's Portia! My stylist from the games! Wow she hasn't changed a bit.

"Portia! Where am I?"

"Well Mr. Mellark, firstly my name is certainly not Portia but Orista and Katniss Everdeen attempted to kill you… lucky enough that our troops saw you. Apparently you were almost dead by the time they got you! Close one eh?"

I look at her in disbelief. She looks a bit unsure about what she has just said and this 'Orista' who I am positive is Portia beings avoiding any kind of eye contact.

"No, no, no! That was a dream, that wasn't real!"

My palms start getting sweaty.

"Yes it was! If it weren't real then where did that stab wound come from? Not like we would purposely stab you in the side and brainwash you! Us Capitol folks may be over the top but we are certainly not psycho!"

Her eyes begin to wonder around the room and she starts rubbing her hands together.

"Oh… ummm... would you give me a minute?"

"No problem sir"

She briskly walks out the room and starts talking to herself quietly. I then start to think if my dream was actually reality? I close my eyes and begin to sort through my memory. Okay. I start off with the 74th Annual Hunger Games. That was the time Katniss and I shared our love for one another. The star-crossed lovers they called us. Katniss was always the woman I wanted to marry, ever since that first day in music class. I then go to the time after the games. I was lifted up in a hovercraft after winning the games by default with Katniss. In result of that Seneca died. I then received a prosthetic leg and Katniss and I were forced by President Snow to get married. Oh how I hated Snow, well that's what I thought.

Okay so, Seneca died, I hate Snow and my love for Katniss Everdeen grew stronger and stronger. Well so I thought, the images in my mind are telling me otherwise. Seneca died, I support our dear President Coriolanus Snow and one thing I was certain about was that I wish to kill Katniss Everdeen.