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I never thought of them leaving me behind in the arena, leaving me to be abused. I thought the rebellion was the only way to back at them, at the Capitol. I was excited to be part of the trouble. But no, they leave me with the other 3 screaming victors.

The others have loved ones to survive for, Peeta has Katniss, Annie has Finnick, Enobaria has a guy from 2. I have no one. All of my family had been brutally killed because I rejected the 'appointments' from Snow. I'm used to being lonely, I'm used to being distressed.

Now I 'live' deep under the Capitol, guarded by steel bars, watched around the clock. I'm adjacent from Peeta, I can hear him scream in terror. He screams for Katniss, but she'll never come, hate to see the day he realizes that. A soldier burnt a mockingjay symbol on my wrist to show that I'm a rebel. They also shaved my head 'to remove my beauty' as Snow put it. Damn I hate him, why can't we just shoot him and get over with it. It's been months I think, I'm surprised were not dead.

"7F21 do you have any answers today?" An eager solider asked.

My lips stay quite like they usually do. He whips me on the back. I wince in pain but still stay silent. As he lashes the whip on my back I can feel blood down my back. I can feel my old scars cutting opening up again. Right when I think he's done, he blows me in the head and I'm out cold.

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I awaken from my nightmare of district 7 being burnt down because I still wouldn't tell them what the rebels plans are. I haven't sleep peacefully since my first games. Most nights I sit in my cell hugging my knees and wait for 13 to come for us. It's better than a nightmare because I can't look vulnerable. I can't look weak.

Finally I notice my surroundings and see I'm in a prep room, like for before the interviews or the parade. Someone has taken me here and they sat me in a tub like a child, screw them. They also have shaved the hair off my entire body and tried to cover my gashes -like that's possible. The room is dark with blue walls, tables on both sides with beautification things, like makeup and creams of sorts.

This thing happens a lot, waking up in this kind of room. It's probably Snow wanting to talk, well he talks I sit and nod like I care. I haven't said a word since the arena. The therapist says it's just me coping, but I think no deserves to hear my voice. So I stay mute not even a scream when in pain. Peeta screams for Katniss and talks to himself saying it will okay, but they treat him the worst. Annie sings and screams for Finnick. Enobaria screams profanity at the Capitol, but they don't treat her as bad as they treat us. The other victors talked to me behind the bars, but I still stay quiet.

"7F21 put this on and knock when ready," a soldier commands then leaves trough a door I didn't even see.

They gave me a simple long sleeve, short, 'fit and flare', black, dress. Also they gave me undergarments, and black laced boots. I take off the crappy robe they had me in and put on the clothes. As normal it fits perfectly with my starved, thin, marked up, nothing of a body. I look in the mirror and see my tiny self and my bald head. Why do I have to look good for the president he wants me dead anyway. I pound on the door and wait for a solider.

"The president has requested to meet with you," I nod as he leads me down a lot of corridors into an elevator. "Are the suspicions true, do you talk Johanna?" I glare at him.

"I take that as a no, you don't speak," This is the worst solider I know. I'm just about to punch him but the doors open to reveal Snows private office. As I step out into the lion's den, the elevator doors close taking the ignorant solider away.

"Ahh, welcome Miss Mason! Come in, take a seat there please," President Snow gestures the couch across from the one he's sitting on. I go sit down on the silky floral designed couch, the stuff is so fancy it makes me uncomfortable.

"Miss Mason, I bet your wondering why your here," I really don't care why I'm here. "I'll tell you, we are making a special announcement to show the districts what actually happened in the quarter quell. Well not what 'actually' happened, because we wouldn't want them to rebel, would we. That is now the highest treason, act of rebellion. We are going to inform them that Katniss, Finnick, and Beetee were captured against their will and sent to the far off rebel base. We are going to show them off as half dead, being with those radicals. We are also going to warn the citizens of Panem of these armed and dangerous delinquents.

"I will explain why we had to destroy 12, saying how they were a threat to humanity, and also because Katniss owes us for all of her little stunts she's pulled. This announcement will refresh what is going on and, the codes of Panem."

He waits a while like I'm going to say something. But he should know I won't say anything we've been through this before. I look at him expressionless, a blank face looking straight in the eyes of a snake.

"You also might be wondering what this has to do with you Miss Mason," Still don't care, because whatever it is I have no choice in it any ways. "I need you to stand on my left side as I broadcast to Panem. Peeta will be on my right, you won't say or do anything you will just remain silent," That sounds like something I've mastered here, "I need you there as a sign of trust, so the citizens can trust me because they trust you. They will do whatever you do. So you follow the rules, then they will hopefully follow them as well." He pauses again waiting for me to speak, but no I just keep staring a hole straight through him.

"It is mandatory for you to do, unless you would rather stay in your cell and I'll have someone bring back the tub of water?" My whole body just tenses up. They used to drown me In a tub of water, and send electrical pulses through the water electrifying me. Snow can see in my expression that I would rather jump off a cliff then getting in that water.

"Good Johanna, I will send a solder to take you to your stylist, tomorrow morning. As for now, I'm done with you," President Snow commands. An escort walks in the room ready to take me back to my cell. I get up and walk back just when Snow stops me.

"Remember, one foul move and I will create your worst nightmare, be careful Miss Mason."