Chapter 2: Revelations

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The way I woke up was pretty much the same as any other. The fog of drowsiness lifted as I regained consciousness, and the familiar blanket of darkness welcomed be back. 'Still can't see.' I thought a little glumly. Nothing about what had transpired before I fell asleep had registered in my mind just yet. I pushed the unwanted thought and feelings away when the came upon me, just as I had learned to do. I did recall that I could move the fingers of my left hand, but I was a little hesitant to see if it was actually true. A part of me brushed it off as a dream because it was almost too good to be true. After years of being frozen like this I thought I'd lost hope a long time ago. Maybe that was why I couldn't believe I was alive.

That was the instant when it all hit me, the doctor, my mother, and Katniss. I was "speaking" to them through my hand motions…and they told me I was alive.

The panicked feelings all came back to me now, but I shoved them away the best I could. This wasn't the time to freak out, this was the time to get answers.

As if on a 'leap of faith' of some sort I tried to move my hand again. The end result surprised me more than I care to admit. I could move not just one hand, but both of them. Not just that, but I could feel some sort of warmth in my neck and somehow could turn my head to the side just a little but. It seemed like I was regaining the use of my body back, and it felt pretty good.

Shaking my head as best I could I cleared those thoughts and got serious. I still didn't quite…grasp how I was still alive, they had said something about a coma, so someone had some explaining to do.

I decided on waiting for my mother or Katniss to come talk to me again. Like I had a choice in the matter, I'm stuck here anyways. I knew they probably wouldn't be here for awhile but I understood that perfectly. My latest performance probably scared them a little, or maybe they just thought I was crazy.

The more I think about it…maybe I am.

Staying like this for so long probably doesn't do any good for my sanity. I thought I lost that years ago when I started hearing voices. Now they're trying to convince me that I'm not dead?

Oh no, this really isn't helping my sanity. At. All.

So I waited, and waited. After awhile my mind when completely blank, it was a defense mechanism to help me cope with being like this for so long. During that time I probably slept on and off too, but I can't remember.

I guess I really started getting worried when I couldn't hear them after the third time I really slept. I knew they would never leave me like this, but it still was a little strange that they haven't come to talk to me yet. As usual I couldn't do anything about it so I continued to wait.

More time passed, I don't really keep track of time anymore so I don't know how long it's been. Just floating here in this vast blackness, you tend to be unaware of time. It's as if it doesn't even exist here. You tend to forget a lot of things about of yourself too.

Sometimes, when I'm depressed, I'll even forget my own name.

I don't get depressed often exactly, but when I do it usually stays for long periods of time. Those times are the worst, when you feel like the darkness is closing in and all you want to do is let it swallow you up inside. It's when all of the horrible things you've done are always at the forefront of your mind. Bits and pieces of images flash across your eyes. You try to push them all away, and at first, you are able to. But after awhile it just becomes too hard and you finally succumb to your innermost failures. Those are the worst times of all.

Thankfully those instances are few and far between, so most of them time I can rehash all the good memories from my life. I think about my father a lot, and wonder if he's feeling the same things I am. I know it's pretty selfish, but I sort of hope that he is. It's kind of comforting in a way to know that you are not alone in what you're going through. I guess technically, I am alone, but it does help.

Listening to my family helps too, that's why I was infinitely relieved when I heard Katniss say hello to me.

"Hey Prim." Another voice I don't recognize follows after Katniss.

"Prim, do you remember who this is?" My sister asks evenly.

I have no idea who the masculine voice belongs to. I know it isn't Peeta, he has a much higher one. I don't make a fist to show that I don't know.

I hear a little chuckle, "It's me Duck Tail." The voice says softly.

Gale?

Gale's here? I know he hasn't come to see me yet, so I'm a little shocked. That's probably why I didn't recognize his voice, it's been years according to my sister since I've seen him.

Something calloused and strong took my hand and started rubbing soothing circles into my skin. "How are you Prim? Good? Bad? Sad?" Gale inquires.

I have to think about my answer. How am I, really?

Well, I've been stuck in a place where there's nothing at all for about four years…but right now? Since they're with me, and what Gale's doing to my hand is so calming, I think I'm pretty good.

I make a little 'thumbs up' sign with my unpreoccupied hand.

Gale laughs and squeezes my hand. "That surprises me. You've been like this for so long, I don't think we even know how you can hear us. It has to be hard, whatever you're going through."

He has no idea.

I squeeze his hand back and wait for them to say something else. Katniss is the one to finally speak up. Mom didn't come with us, she had a few patients she had to take care of. We really don't understand why you got so upset the other day. I wish you were able to tell me somehow, but since you can't we tried to figure it out for ourselves. We have some ideas if you'd like to hear them.

I give here another 'thumbs up' sign.

"Okay." She breathes and takes a moment to collect her thoughts.

"Well, there wasn't much we could decipher from your behavior, but the medics believe that something we said might've startled you somehow, since you didn't start acting up until then. Or that you were in a lot of pain. Were either of these the problem?"

I make another one of my new trademark 'thumbs up' signs. I was a little surprised that they had come up with that so quickly.

"Okay." Katniss says a little cautiously. She pauses again, like she's afraid to say something. I assumed that she was afraid that she was going to upset me again if she asked me what it was, so I kept my thumb in the air to assure her that it was alright. She let out a small sigh and kept going, "Which one was it? Did something in particular that we said really upset you?"

"I don't think she knows how to answer that Katniss." Gale put in.

"Right." She said a little sheepishly, "Sorry. If it was something we said, don't put your thumb up. If it was pain or something else entirely put it up."

Seeing that I left my hand motionless Gale resumed rubbing circles into my palm. "What was it Prim?" He asked carefully, "Was it something that scared you?"

I motioned yes and he in turn addressed Katniss. "What did you guys talk about?"

If I was able to see I would bet almost anything that Katniss was rubbing the back of her head by now. It was something she'd always do when she was really nervous or feeling sheepish. "Just about what happened that day she went into a coma…but she'd said that she was fine with us talking about it. Maybe something we said shocked her, I really don't know."

Right, finding out that you're alive when you've thought you were dead isn't a shocker at all. I thought sarcastically. It frustrated me that I couldn't hold a regular conversation with them and tell them what's really going on, but nowadays, most things I couldn't do irritated me.

"Alright, well there isn't much of a way for her to tell us exactly what happened, so let's just forget about it for now." Gale says as he calmly changes the subject. "Lot's of things have been going on since you've been here, so to make it more interesting I guess I could talk a little bit about me for a change."

I mentally smiled at his mischievousness, he always knew to make things a little bit better in any situation he was in. I'd be lying to say I wasn't enjoying my time here with him.

Katniss stayed silent as he told me about taking a job in District 2 as a political spokesperson, how nervous he got when he had to go on live television, and how much he missed home back in District 12. His words made me wonder where we were right now, I figured we were in 13 but there was a chance we were closer to the capital. I didn't know how bad my physical condition really was, but if it was anything like my psychological condition, then I would probably be better off in the capital as they had the best medical care around. Well, had the best medical care around. I didn't know what state the capital was in either.

Gale's voice broke me out of my reverie, "We really thought we were going to lose you for a minute there Prim." He said softly. "The team we brought in tried their best, but when you wouldn't respond to us we started to get worried. After a week they finally told us they thought it was a coma, and that you could still die while being in this state." He sighed heavily. "But look at you now, you're almost fully healed physically speaking, and you're healthier than you've ever been… The only problem is that you wouldn't move a muscle for over four years…" He trailed off and the room filled with dead silence. The tension and pain that they felt during that time emanated off of them like a horrible smell. It made me feel bad, to really realize how they must've felt. Although I had thought about it every once in awhile, I had never really grasped what all of this could've done to my family and friends. The fact that it took me this long to realize it made me feel guilty for just thinking about myself. They probably went through just as much pain as I did, even through it probably wasn't the same kind. I wanted to reassure them somehow, to comfort them in some way. Since Katniss was out of reach I squeezed Gale's hand hard and rubbed my own thumb into his palm as best I could.

I heard a rustle of movement, and then Katniss came over and took my other hand. "It's been rough here without you Prim." She whispered.

"Yeah, we really missed you Duck Tail." Gale murmured from beside her.

Their words hurt me more than they knew, and anger boiled up inside me. Anger at the people who did this to me, causing me and the people I care about so much pain. One day, if I ever really woke up, they would pay. They would pay for what they did to my sister, and they would pay for what they've done Panem and it's people.

Hopefully, one day I'll be right.

A/N: Annd that's the end of chapter 2! I am so sorry it came so late! I have had a TOTAL writer's block, and all of my stories have suffered for it. :/ Hopefully it's gone now, and I can get you guys faster updates. As always, review!

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