A/N: This is more of a filler than a chapter, and I apologize. I have joined marching band which is taking up a lot of my time. I will try to update before it ends, but I can't make any promises. I'm going to put this story on hiatus just in case I can't update.
Cat POV
I lie in my bed in District 13, staring up at the bunk above mine. I smiled the tiniest of smiles as a hand reached down from above. I linked mine with the strong, rough hands that seemed to mold perfectly with my own.
Sammy leaned over the edge and smiled down at me.
"Oh come on, is that the biggest smile you got?" he asked me, giving my hand a squeeze.
I tried smiling wider, but it just fell back into the tiny little one I had before.
Sammy sighed.
"Can I come down there?" I need some color, I'm tired of staring at all this white," Sammy said, letting his walls drop, so that I could see how he was really feeling. He wasn't as happy as he tried to pretend he was.
See, a little fact about district 13. It's so monotone. Everything feels like a prison. The beds, the walls, the floors, everything are either white or gray. We all wear the same clothes. Food is never anything but this weird mush that's not the greatest tasting. We have these preset schedules every day that get tattooed into our arms. It's just routine here, nothing more. And I can't stand it at all.
I nodded up at Sammy, and he jumped down from the bunk. I gasped, thinking he'd get hurt, but he was fine.
He kneeled down by the edge of the bed and grabbed both of my hands. His head sunk down so that all I could see was his eyes and up.
He put on the cutest puppy dog eyes ever and stared at me as if he were waiting for a treat.
I giggled for what had to be the first time in a long time. I could see his cheeks curve into a smile.
"You're so cute," I said through giggles.
"I try," replied Sammy. "Scoot over."
I did as he asked and let him wrap his arms around me as he lie down. I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes.
My moment of happiness had disappeared, and I was left with this same empty feeling that I'd had since we found out the fate of everyone.
Lulu.
My heart still hurt every time I heard her name. She was really gone, and she was never coming back. That hurts.
Everything hurts, to be honest. For a while there was just this stage of being numb, where nothing really fazed me. I hated that. But that numbness is gone now, and I sort of want it back. This pain is a little too much for me to handle.
"It hurts, Sammy," I whispered involuntarily, to which I received a tight squeeze.
"I know," he whispered back. "But I'm gonna help you through it."
I sighed and buried my face into his neck, then tried to ignore all the painful thoughts.
Katniss POV – about 2 hours later
Jade and I were on our way to dinner when suddenly we got called into Command, something you'll learn more about later. Caesar was doing a broadcast from the Capitol…and guess who was in it?
"Peeta!" I screeched, pushing people out of my way so I could get closer to the screen.
He looked healthy. A tiny bit timid, but healthy. That was a good sign, I guess.
I had to swallow back the lump in my throat as Jade put an arm around me cautiously. I leaned into her as we listened to what Peeta and Caesar were saying.
Caesar asked him about his thoughts during the Quarter Quell.
"Well…okay, let me admit something. I wanted to save Katniss regardless, and I wanted to try and give myself up to see if it'd save her. I just didn't do enough…" Peeta said, his voice trailing off at the end.
"And your baby too," Caesar said somewhat sadly, and Peeta agreed.
The next few minutes were just retelling the events that everyone saw and heard in the Quarter Quell. I had to tune out some of it, because it brought back too many negative thoughts and memories. I couldn't handle it.
The strangest thing that happened though was when Peeta started getting angry. I mean, extremely angry, angrier than I thought he could ever get. He was screaming at Caesar, saying he should have saved me but he couldn't. I bet he didn't know I was even alive. What if they told him I was dead?
I thought about how I would've felt if Haymitch had said Peeta was dead. The heaviness in my heart was so bad that I had to spend the next minute staring at Peeta on the screen and telling myself he was alive and fairly well.
Jade POV
I held tightly onto Katniss as we watched the broadcast in silence. I could feel her shaking as it started to wrap up. I think both of us felt a little better, being able to see Peeta and know that he was alright, that nothing was happening to him. But after the cameras went off, there was nothing we could do.
The last thing Peeta said really stuck in my mind though. He said he wanted everyone who was watching to just stop fighting.
Katniss and I saw this as a positive thing, and I think both of us swelled with appreciation for him. He was brave enough to stand against the Capitol and say that.
I could hear murmurs of unhappiness from the other people, though.
"He's crazy."
"Stop fighting? What does he want, a fairytale land?"
I had to physically restrain Katniss as she tried to lash out at them.
She turned back and looked at me with a fire in her eyes.
"Jade, please let go," she said as calmly as she could, and I complied with her request. Instead of trying to attack the ones who were murmuring discouraging things about Peeta's thoughts, she just ran out of the room without even thinking.
I sighed.
I know Peeta wants the fighting to end, but it's the only way we can get all of this done and over with. It's the only way we can gain freedom from the Capitol's strong grasp on us. We have to fight, whether we want to or not, and unfortunately that's just how it was going to have to be.
Someone was going to have to take charge and make it happen, though.
I looked around me, searching for someone to tell my thoughts to.
Among the people in the room was Plutarch Heavensbee. I stormed up to him, and he raised an eyebrow in inquiry as I reached him.
"We're starting a revolution. We've sacrificed too much to give up now," I said to him, and he nodded.
That's all he did. He nodded.
A moment later, Katniss reappeared.
"Care to join us? We're discussing a revolution," Plutarch called to her. the other bystanders in the room turned to him, as they didn't yet know about this.
"Perfect," Katniss said, coming up to us. "Someone's going to have to represent it."
I waited for her to continue, even though I knew exactly where it was going to go.
"You've just found yourself a leader," Katniss said.
Suddenly, a single word came to my mind.
"You've just found yourself a Mockingjay," I said. Katniss turned to me and nodded in agreement.
Plutarch was silent for a moment.
"Very well then," he replied, taking a deep breath. "Mockingjay it is."
A/N: Yeah…not the greatest. At all. Unfortunately, it's all I have time to do right now. Luckily though it does get everything rolling a little bit. So…yeah. If I don't update for a good month, it's because of marching band. Until then…I hope this will suffice for a tiny little filler chapter.
Maybe I can do a few oneshots in the next month? Yeah, I'll try doing that.
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