Peeta Mellark
A huge explosion fills my eardrums. The arena is engulfed in flames. My mind is racing. Is this one of the Gamemaker's twisted tricks? Or is this Katniss and Beetee's plan?
I can't stand. My body aches all over and I wish it all to be over.
A hovercraft whirs above me, faster than light.
A bloodcurdling scream pierces the air.
"Katniss! No, Katniss!" As weak as I am, I'm up on my feet in a millisecond, racing towards the sound of sweet Katniss's voice, the voice that won me over in elementary school.
The voice that is gone. There's no hovercraft anywhere in sight, and no Katniss either. My beloved Katniss is nowhere to be seen.
I try to remember all the memories of Katniss I have.
The bread. I was ashamed because it was burnt and I couldn't give her good bread, because she deserved that.
The time when we were young, and she sang that song for our entire class. Her voice was a beautiful symphony of notes, like leaves fluttering to the ground in the autumn wind.
Our first Hunger Games. She hated me at first. She threw an urn at me because she thought I was going to betray her. I never gave up, though.
Creating Katniss's plant book with her. Drawing to the best of my knowledge what a certain plant looked like, then having Katniss give the description.
Painting her sleeping. She had the face of an angel, and I loved it to death, especially when it wasn't in a grimace.
Our picnic in the rooftop garden. I think that was when Katniss finally trusted me. That day was so romantic. I still think of it as the best day of my life.
My knees buckle as I fall to the ground weeping. The Hunger Games finally tore my life apart.
I'm sure I sat there bawling for hours, but it must've been mere minutes because a hovercraft appeared above me and dropped a ladder. I didn't grab on.
If Katniss was going to die, what did I have to live for? Mentoring death-condemned kids for the rest of my life? I don't think so. She was designed for me. I can't live without her.
Closing my eyes softly, I think,
Did you hear that Katniss, sweetie, wherever you are? I can't live without you.
Katniss Everdeen
An explosion shakes the arena, knocking me from my feet and onto my knees. Walls of towering flames are in every direction, surrounding Johanna and I in the midst of it all.
Something isn't right, this isn't Beetee's plan.
A sudden realization hits me like a ton of bricks.
The Capitol.
My eyes search the sky wildly as I push myself off the ground, almost falling back over in the process. My mind is spinning, frantically trying to piece everything together.
My name is Katniss Everdeen, I am 17 years old, I am a tribute in the 75th Hunger Games along with Peeta Mellark, We-
"Peeta…" I breathe, my eyes widening. How could I have forgotten about him? "Peeta…"
No, I can't let the Capitol take him. I won't let it happen.
My feet start to move on instinct, running to where Peeta, Finnick, and Beetee were last time I saw them.
Johanna calls to me frantically.
I turn to her, only to see a hovercraft appear above us, the clear symbol of the Capitol marked on the side.
My feet freeze in place, unable to move even after my multiple failed attempts.
An ear-piercing scream tears through the air.
I whip my head around; looking for the source, before realizing the scream came from my own lips.
"Katniss! No, Katniss!" Peeta screams, his voice pained.
I want to call out to him, but my lips don't feel attached to my body. They won't form the words I want to scream out so badly.
Johanna's eyes lock with mine and for the first time I see utter fear in her dark brown eyes.
We can't run, we can't scream.
Suddenly two large arms extend from the hovercraft, the claws grabbing Johanna and I before yanking us into the air.
My stomach drops and fear fills every part of my brain. Fear not for myself, but for everyone I love and care about. What will happen to them?
My final thought before darkness takes over my senses is,
What will happen to Peeta?