I am actually so scared to post this up. So insecure about my writing. Um. Either way, depressing everlark.. cry.
Katniss stayed huddled against the wall of her room as she tried to get her breathing in of control. Her heart was beating rapidly and her breath was speeding at 100 kilometres per hour. She felt anxiety flowing in her viens. She tried to relax, but the more she thought, the more she panicked. She stayed there was the anxiety attack was washing through her, and before she knew it, sobs were racking her body.
She helplessly curled to the bed at the end of the grey room. She needed to get out, she felt the walls closing in on her.
Peeta.
He was gone, and she knew it. She squeezed her eyes shut at another weak attempted at gaining control over her mind, but she could only visualise the blood-thirsty and hate filled eyes of Peeta as he stared deep into her soul. It was like he saw her for who she really was. And it was driving her insane. Well, she was technically insane.
She couldn't help it anymore, she was losing her mind, the fear and the anxiety rising up in her. She got the end of the bed sheets, stuffed it in her mouth and screaming her lungs out. She screamed until she lost her voice. She screamed, hoping the pain, the isolation would go away. Tears were pouring down her face and she was trembling so hard, but yet.. she still screamed.
Her voice finally gave out after a long period of time, and she just slumped into a fetal position on the floor. Feeling hopeless and empty. Darkness seeping into her.
The mockingjay. Insane. Empty. Defeated. Broken.
What a hero, she thought. What a hero, they said. She's lost it, the doctors said. She's a mutt, Peeta said.
Really, who am I?, asked Katniss.
Broken, she thought. And gone.
She fell into an endless sleep, while she was fingering her braclet that let herself know that she was mentally unstable.
She hope she never woke up.
Peeta stayed chained to the bed, struggling against the bondage as the venom overtook his mind. Rage started filling his vision and his heart was racing. He was trying to fight it off but he didn't know what was real or not.
'Katniss!', Peeta yelled. ' It's your fault! It's all your fault!'
He continued to struggle.
'Let me GO!', he roared out.
Peeta was trying to fight it off, but it was taking over his mind. His mind was saying one thing, but everyone else was saying another.
He was desperately swinging his head side to side, feeling the wind everytime he did. He wanted the images out so badly, wanted the rage out so badly. He wanted to think clearly for once.
One could only cope with so much, and he was pretty sure he reached his limit.
A trap within his own mind.
He yelled out, not being able to control himself anymore.
He yelled until a doctor came and inserted a needle into him.
He hoped he never woke up again, he thought as he seeped into darkness.