Chapter Two.
I screamed. I couldn't breathe. Why would they do this to them? They didn't do anything wrong. I ran the opposite direction towards Peeta. But right before I got to him, I ran straight into a glass wall. I could see Peeta trying to get in, but his knife wasn't even making a dent.
I could hear the agonized screams of Gale and Prim and my mother. And Posy. Helpless little Posy. I curled up on the ground and put my hands over my ears. "Make it stop! Make it stop!" I screamed over and over. All I could think about was that there was nothing I could do to save them. I was sobbing. No matter how much I prayed and how much I screamed, I couldn't save them.
Finally, after what seemed like an hour, the screams stopped and it got light again. I shakily stood up. The images of Gale and Prim being tortured were burned into my head. I turned around and saw Finnick, Peeta, and Annie looking very pale. I tried to walk over figuring that since the screens were gone, they would let me out. I was wrong.
I ran straight into the glass and took the impact on my left shoulder. I felt it dislocate and cried out. I held my breath and popped it back into place. I heard a rustling in the leaves behind me and turned around. The four careers stepped out of the weeds. I froze.
So this was how they were going to finish me off. They used the videos of my family to make me weak and then make me face four careers alone. There was no way I was going to win. All of these people are really good with knives and swords. I can only use my bow and right now, I was shaking too hard. I pulled out my knife. "You really think you can beat all four of us? You can barely walk straight." Cashmere says, laughing. They started to come towards me slowly and I glanced back at Peeta. Him and Finnick were desperately banging on the glass trying to get it to break while Annie was sitting on the ground rocking back and forth mumbling something to herself.
"I'm sorry." I mouthed to him before turning around to fight. They were almost on top of me, knives held out, ready to fight.
I took a deep breath and stepped forward to my death sentence.
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