Italics = The voice in Peeta's head

The darkness was suffocating.

It hung over him like a cloud of smoke and every breath he took was a breath of it, thick and cold .

There was no light, only the darkness and the pain.

The pain. The pain burned in his body like poison, and it took all the strength he had not to fall back into the comforting arms of the drugs. He couldn't avoid reality any longer.

When he awoke, the light was blinding. It was harsh and he wanted to sink back onto the bed, back into oblivion.

He blinked, and his eyes refocused on the three doctors sitting in front of him, staring at him with a un-human sort of rapt attention. They flash lights into his eyes, and everywhere afterwards holds their impressions in his still somewhat hazy vision. They were saying something, but he could not make it out, as his ears were still ringing. He could only hear a few words, meaningless nothings like, all right, its okay and every thing will get better.

Lies. They are all meaningless lies.

He hates them all, but that last one is the worst. Unless that stupid doctor can tell the future (which he obviously can't), he knows nothing about what will or will not get better. Before, he might not have minded being told those small little white lies, but now they bother him to no end.

Suddenly the door creaks open and a tired looking young women rushes in.

It's her, the mutt. The voice inside his head snarls in disgust. Her again. The voice persists, making his head throb. What has she ever done for you? That's right, nothing. You gave her everything, but she gave you empty promises and half-hearted kisses in return. You saved her life time and again, but while you suffered in the capitol, she was probably enjoying her time getting it on with... him. Disgusting. The voice tells him. She is disgusting. You loved her, the rational side of him compromises, you can't just give her up.

But as she walks toward him, a soppy grin on her face, as if she thinks he is just going to hug her and kiss her like she has never wronged, stops him. Was he really that pathetic that he never even minded that she had killed all those people, tried to kill him multiple times? The idea repulses him, and the voice wins over as he reaches out and grasps her neck in his newly scarred hands.

The pain subsides as he lets his hands fall to his side and he collapses on the bed.

I think Peeta is awesome and I, for some reason or another especially like mutt Peeta. Whether you are team Peeta or not, hope you liked and please review! Also I know some of the things Peeta thinks about Katniss is wrong, but those are some of the memorys that the Capital made him think.

Again, please review!

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