The Inevitable White

Awaken with a bloody fist

Throat hoarse from screams

Eyes stung as I closed them again

I watched my halo fade away

The inevitable white was blinding

The void of unknown called to me

My dear lover, will I ever see you again?

The blood from the children haunted my soul

The red against white softened the blow

For you my love, I took a life, and my own

If you saw me now, I'm sure you'd cry

For my life has almost drained away, but here you are

My sweet lover, how nice to see you again

I sat on the floor of the white room. It blinded my eyes, the blood did nothing to relieve my conscious. It had been weeks, and I knew I looked like a mess. A bloody one at that, but what did it matter? No one was going to come save me. There was no Peeta in this entire mess. He was no longer here to comfort me with hugs and simple whispers of generosity. For all I knew, this was Hell. I'm no alive, and now I live in sorrow and pain. I wore nothing but the white gown I had during my time when I was prepped. It hung loosely at my shoulders, held by a tie on the back. My appearance didn't matter anymore, I was dead. I chuckled lowly at this, but it came out as more of a raspy growl. The only time I had ever gotten anything was when I needed to eat. For that, they slid it in through an invisible door. For that reason, I realized, is the reason, the only reason, I know I am alive. The walls seemed solid, but I knew they saw me, watched me. I felt eyes on me, but refused to turn around. This entire room, with its painstaking bright white glow, was probably just glass. They observed my behavior, they wanted to break me, they never could. For as far as I was concerned, everyone I love was fine. Peeta, Prim, Gale, mother, they were all fine. I knew they were, I felt that they were. I trusted my instincts, and this one I was positive of. I looked down at my fists, they were caked in dry blood. Some of the cuts were flowing freely. My throat burned, and I wanted to call for water or food. I wished, just for once, I could see my family again. That and I missed Peeta dearly. Too bad wishes didn't come true.

"Kat-Katniss?" I looked up to see Peeta standing over me. He had tears in his eyes, looking like he was so depressed. I could see the deep black circles under his eyes. Like he had stayed up all night, for weeks.

"Peeta?" I rasped of my chapped lips and sore throat, "No, you can't be real. You're not real. This is all just a dream."

He dropped to his knees, grabbing my face in his hands. He whispered, "What did they do to you?"

He pulled me toward him, not caring that I didn't react. Peeta looked well, his blonde hair was shining off the light of the room. His eyes were dull, but brighter when he looked at me. He wore a green t-shirt, jeans, and leather boots. He looked well, I knew he was alive. I finally felt again, the pain, the joy, the love. I knew he had been used as a Capitol pawn, but I never wanted to admit it.

"Peeta, they haven't done anything. I've done this to myself." I looked him in the eye, to tell him it was the truth.

"Katniss, why?" He took my hands in his, and looked at me sadly.

"I figured, its better to fight for a dying cause than just to have sat here and done nothing."

"I thought you died."

"I thought so too."

"What is this place?"

"I'm not sure. Did you wake up when the Games were over?"

"Yes. I was in a room identical to this one."

I heard a door open, I turned to see a man standing in the doorway. He was about twenty-five, with deep red hair, green eyes, and a pale complexion. He wore a simple lab coat, black pants, and black dress shoes. He had freckles, everywhere. I couldn't say he was handsome, but he wasn't hard on the eyes.

"Peeta," The man spoke, "Come with me."

"No." Peeta clung tighter to me.

"Peeta. Now." restated, calmly.

"I. Said. No." Peeta replied, "Not without Katniss."

"Bring her as you wish." The man sighed.

Peeta pulled me up, then lifted my legs. He carried me bridal style, the man looked on wearily.

"Peeta," I whispered, "Who is he?"

"I'm not exactly sure, but I believe his name is-"

"My name is Xavier." He replied.

"X-Xavier?" I stuttered, I knew that name, but from where?

"Xavier Snow." He replied, and kept walking. Unaware of the fact I was now shaking in Peeta's arms. I looked frantically at Peeta, and he returned the gaze back, calmly. Shaking his head, to tell me it was alright, until I stopped shaking. Though, I clung tighter to Peeta. "Now, Peeta, I need you to go through this room. I'll watch Katniss, I promise you no harm." Finishing he looked from Peeta than to me.

"No. She's coming with me." Peeta stated, not letting go of me.

"I'm afraid that can not happen. She needs to stay." Xavier

"No." Peeta restated.

"Peeta, please. Just do this one thing without arguing." Xavier sighed.

"Peeta, its fine. I'll be fine." I rasped, and gave him a small smile of encouragement.

He put me down, and I immediately sank to the floor. He gave me a small kiss on my forehead, and walked into the room. Now that was left was me and this wretched son of President Snow.