I wake, expecting a scream to pierce the quiet of the night, but of course, no sound escapes my lips, and night in the Capitol can hardly be described as quiet or peaceful. My heavy panting fills the small room I share with two other Avoxes, and I make a desperate attempt to calm myself before I arouse them. I wish I knew why they're here - what Avox-worthy act of treason they commited. It's so strange living in such close proximity to two people who I know nothing about. Not even their names.
The dreams come every night, and their used to occasionally being woken by my panicking breaths, but I know that, despite I have had the same dream every night since being placed in my present situation, I will never get used to them.
My mind wanders over to the memories that my subconscious mind forces me through. It stars happily, with me and – my stomach lurches as I repress his name from my mind – him on the run. We hunted and fished and visited districts and got to know the world. Well. Got to know Panem. Then I remember the first time the hovercraft came. We panicked, and barely made it to safety. Then I remember the second, awful time when he was taken, and I was tortured. Horribly. My hand now goes to my arm automatically to feel the scars. And I remember the girls face – the girl who I now know as Katniss, the girl who didn't help. I know, really, there's nothing she could have done, but still...a girl who survived the Hunger Games could have done something, right? It's coming up to the announcement of the Quarter Quelle, now and we're all being put to work harder than ever.
I roll back into my bed and wait for the horrors to begin again.