Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games...though I wish I did.
I am in love with a heartless demon. She haunts my daydreams and tortures my very thoughts. My name is Peeta or at least I think it is, it's been so long since someone has actually talked to me. Right now I am in hell pure and simple right? Wrong. People scream all around me I think I might be screaming as well but I'm not sure anymore. Dead bodies are flung into narrow places between cells, any food someone is given has been rejected by the rats that swarm down here. How long has it been since the men went? There are 3 or 4 men who come by and show me the life I use to have with my demon, or at least I think it was my life I'm not sure anymore. Anyway they put Her on the tv and stick me with needles then it's like reality implodes; what once was up is down what is good is vicious and what once was the love of my life is now a vindictive mutt slowly butchering any sanity I have left.
Life is confusing. It passes in blurs then slowly drags out for what seems like centuries. Like now someone next door to my small, claustrophobic cell is shrieking as light flashes around in her cell. I curl into a ball humming discordantly, trying not to hear, trying not to think. Suddenly my humming takes on a tune and a voice in my head. Her voice. She's singing the Valley Song like she did all those years ago before I knew that she was a monster. My eyes close as a-a memory? Over takes me. Katniss is standing over me with a wicked sword singing the Valley Song as I squirm helplessly as she's me tied up in one of her blasted trees. She leans in opening her mouth to reveal fangs dripping in blood. I look away from her terribly beautiful face and see on the ground so far below Rue, her first victim she killed after promising to love her forever. Now it's my turn apparently.
Light comes on in my cell again and I start awake, flinching from the harsh light I look up into the face of one of my "keepers" as they call themselves. He smiles pleasantly at me and I tremble to think of what new torture he's thought of, in fact I tremble all the time now, my hands can't pick whatever slops they toss in here for me to eat because of these trembles. Sometimes if feel like an earthquake is happening; especially after they show me Katniss on the tv. Her face is horrible and cruel; she is a mutt after all so why do I still feel the urge to protect her from the very evil hands that torture me day in, day out? The keeper drags me to my feet then starts walking with my arm in his iron grip. I try to keep up but my feet don't work and the trembling starts up big time. He must have said something because another keeper takes my other arm and they both drag me back up to surface. I wonder they are going to officially kill me this time before they bring me back down that tomb.