Peeta Mellark. We had caught the wrong person. It was the girl they wanted. She had escaped somehow, but that does not matter anymore. Everyone knows she loves him. He will help us. Peeta Mellark will be a weapon. We will succeed in the end and the boy will help or watch his lover die.
I didn't know where I was. It was white; almost too white for me to open my eyes. My hands were cuffed and my
body was stretched across a white bed. Someone had clothed my in a plain white shirt and white pants. I closed
my eyes and tried to remember where I was. I remember there was pain in my head then sudden darkness then
this place. Someone was screaming, a girl with a dark brown braid and beautiful eyes. Katniss! Her angelic face
filled my vision and I sat up abruptly only to find straps holding down. I tried to relax and closed my eyes again.
Something happened in the arena. She had shot an arrow up then all of hell broke loose.
I remember now. People in white, Capitol people, caught me as I tried to reach her.
I was running toward her when they got me. She was pulled up into a ship, I into another. No! I remember.
Where was she? A deadly fear for her life filled my heart like black poison. In a scream of anguish I tried to break
free. It was no use, the straps held strong and the cuff dug into my wrist with stubborn strengthI have failed.
How could I let her out of my sight? How could I be so stupid? Energy drained out from my body as the thought of
my beautiful Katniss hurting, maybe even dead. No. She was strong. My fiery girl would never let someone take
her into the dark abyss of death. That thought comforted me a little. She needed to survive. I could never live
without her. Live. The thought about my life snapped me back into the white room in which I was locked up. They
will never get me. I took a deep breath, readying myself for whatever the day should bring.