Katniss is fine. The Capital can't have her. She's fine. They made a deal with you remember? Before the Quell, they told you that they wouldn't hurt her if they could have you. She's fine. I overheard them say she was in 13.
I have to remind myself of this every day. Even when I hear her screaming nearby. Johanna yells from the other cell that it can't be her. It has to be an altered sound, like in the arena with the jabberjays. Johanna says if they really had her, they would beat her infront of me. She also says it's just altered recordings of her they got from the arena. But it's hard to believe when I hear her voice. It's filled with so much pain. I can't stand it. She cries for me to make it stop. She says that I have to tell them what I know. But I don't, and it kills me.
I keep telling them I don't know anything. I don't know anything about the rebellion. I don't know the rebels plans. The Capital won't believe me.
Katniss's screaming stops.
She's dead. They killed her. I think.
The door to my cell opens. In the door stands a guard.
"Get up Lover Boy." He hisses. He walks over and kicks me in the side.
I remove my hands from my ears and stand up. The guard pushes me infront of him and kicks me in the back. I stagger forward and begin walking. He turns me to the left. I stare down at my feet as we walk down the hall. I can smell blood. I see the slatters on the floor as I walk. I can hear Johanna screaming and the splashing of water. I have no idea what they are going to do to me today.
The guard pushes me into a room. I look at the wall with the array of tools, whipped clean and ready to be douched with my blood. There is a table in the middle of the room with straps over it. They are ready to tye down my body so I can't avoid the weapons.
He pushes me onto the table and begins tying me down. I don't fight back, or squearm. I'm too weak. I haven't eaten for four days, and it was a stale peace of bread.
He puts on black rubber gloves, I hear the snapping sound they make as he pulls on them and let them snap into place. I watch him study the tools on the wall. He picks up one every few minutes and stares at it. He turns them around in his hand, closing one eye and staring at it like he can see throw it. He settles for a tool that looks like a bottle opener.
He walks to the side of the bed. He holds it to my knee cap and looks at me. He smiles that smirk the Careers do before they are about to deliver a deadly blow. He pushes the tip into my knee and begins to twist it in. I scream as I watch it spin deeper and deeper in. Once it is all the way in, he starts to twist it out.
"Please! Please stop!" I cry, "I don't know anything!"
Tears are streaming down my face. I think of Katniss. I think of my family. I have to get back to them.
"We know you do. Johanna does, so why wouldn't you?" he ask.
"I don't know anything! I don't know what she knows! I was just thrown in there without a clue!" I sob. I'm trembling.
"Fine." he hisses. He unstraps the straps over my false leg. He begins spining the nob around. I hear a click and my leg is no longer on, "Then you can't have this."
He throws it across the room. I hear it crack as it hits the ground.
"How am I going to walk back?" I ask, holding back my tears. I see the smirk back on his face.
"Crawl." He demands while unstrapping me. He pushes me off the table onto the floor. My knee is in tremendous pain. I can hear it pop as I get on my hands and knees.
I despratly try to crawl with only one leg. I can't and begin wiggling around on my stomach. I use my leg to push me forward. I use my elbows to pull forward. He yells faster and I begin scrambling around.
Do it for Katniss. For the baby. I think.
I finally pull myself into my cell. I go limp in the middle of the floor. I see the smushed blood leading towards me.
"Whimp." I hear him whisper. He slames the door shut and I hear the keys jingling as it locks the door.
This is were I die. I say in my mind.
My eyes flutter closed and the world is black.