I shouldn't be able to hear them scream. Why is capitol torturing them? They can't give them any information. Stop. They have to stop. Make it stop. Capitol was the ones who cut out their tongues so that they could not speak. There is absolutely no reason why I can hear her scream as they pound questions and demands into her head which she can not comply to. This has to stop. The screams, whips, saws. I can't shut my eyes tight enough or press my hands to the side of my head hard enough to escape the center of capitol's hell.
"You dumb-shit bitch. You told her how to rebel in the forest, didn't you? People dont get ideas like that from no where. We know that Katniss once hunted in the forest we found you in. Talk! Or I'll take your eyes next." With her gurgling of juices and pleading grunts she tries to reply, to deny the fact that she ever knew Katniss. There is a quick slap followed by a few moments of silence as they let the avox rethink her message. I have to think of something quick to escape this hell for just one moment.
It's snowing. The day before our victory tour. Katniss and I. I remember her love is fake, but it still brings me joy. The smile on her face. Yes it is for the cameras, but it is directed at me. She breaks into a run, not out of fear, but excitement. As our bodies connect I can feel my leg give out as we tumble into the light fluffy snow. The coldness on my back is repelled by the heat of her body lightly giving me kisses. Oh, how I love this girl. How she gives me purpose.
Purpose to stay alive, to fight, to love.
I need her.
Now more than ever to free me from this-this. I can't even think straight as my dream leads me back to hell.
"Katniss, come back." I mummer to the memory, hoping it will comply. All thought focuses on the avox girl as a noise that could only be a knife slicing the jugular vein comes from where she is located.
There is an eerie peace that follows. She's home. She's free. Mother always told me, men don't cry.