I yawn and fee; the bright light filling my eyes. It is the early morning type of soft blue with the sun warming its way through the clouds. I imagine my mother opening the curtains and gently nudging me awake for work. I shake my head when I find myself surrounded in white starchy sheets and a wrinkly grayed haired man who I knew was President Snow.
"Well, well." President Snow clucks his tongue. "What do we have here?" he sneers.
I try replying, but a huge amount of pain terrorizes my mouth. A tear runs down my cheek when I realize I have lost my tongue. I can't speak anymore. My love of poetry, words, and music were now gone. I wouldn't be able to laugh ever again. I start to sob; even the choking watery gasps had become pitiful squeaks. My life was doomed.
President stares hard at me. "What do you know about the Rebellion?" I flinch like someone has just slapped my cheek.
"Yes." President Snow sneers, "I know all about District 11's little plans of rebelling. Well, most, and if you aren't going to speak up about your plot, I guess you'll have to work as a servant for the rest of your life."
My heart pounds in my ears, how much did he know about the Rebellion? Why would he be asking for information if he claimed he knew all about it? I couldn't risk giving up information he didn't know. I couldn't let Mama, Papa, Renee, and all of District 11 down. They were relying on me.
I would have to stay here and become an Avox. It could be possible to escape if I could find a map of the Capital and all the tunnels and secret passageways. Even though I had not made it to District 13 to bring the message that we would come, it was the best I would be able to do.
"I guess you have to live here for the rest if your life then." President Snow sighs, "No worries, I'll have Jasmine bring you to the servant's quarters." He pressed a few buttons on a walkie talkie device.
After a few seconds, a tall, broad shouldered with striking features walks in. Her high heels click the floor. I assume she is Jasmine.
Jasmine nods to President Snow and looks at me. I bite my lip as I walk out barefoot following her. I don't bother looking for my backpack or the few pieces of food I had with me when I got caught.
I pay attention to the marble floor and all the doors and hallways. I make note of names of the plaques on the doorways.
Soon, we pass the kitchen. We walk to the back and she opens what looks like the janitor's closet.
Jasmine inserts a key. "This is your new room."
She pushes me in. Jasmine opens up one of the cabinets and pulls out a huge pile of clothing. She lays each piece of set of clothing out on the dusty bed.
"One for each day." Jasmine says, "blue on Mondays, green on Tuesdays, yellow on Wednesdays, purple on Thursdays, red on Fridays, silver on Saturday, and white on Sundays, and these are your undergarments. Get dressed." Jasmine waits as I awkwardly tug on my set of blue with a heavy heart.
Blue, green, yellow, purple, red, silver, white. I think to myself over and over again. The words feel awkward in my head, I was much more used to the letters rolling in my mouth.
She explains how I would be running errands for people. Jasmine takes out a small pouch from the bag with the clothing.
"Don't move." She dares. Jasmine slowly unzips the pouch and exposes a needle. Naturally, I flinch. "It's a tracker." She explains as she shoots daggers into my eyes. I am half-tempted to bolt out the open door, but I know I won't be able to make it. I feel like I'm going to die any second.