AN: The start of longer chapters! Yay! And I underestimated you guys! I got three reviews! Not a lot, but it still means a lot to me! You may or may not hate me for this chapter, I don't really know. You will hate me at some point in this story for sure, though :)

Ch 3 Memories

I wake up on the forest floor, to be met with blinding pain. I moan, trying to stay quiet. My head feels like it's about to burst, and I'm sure a couple of my ribs are broken. To add to it all, one wrist is bent at a very unnatural angle. I try to sit up, but my breath catches and my vision fills with colored dots. My body slams back into the ground, and I cry out. After what seems like hours, I open my eyes again. Directly above me I can see broken branches on trees and bare spots from when I fell. My brow furrows as I think. Is anyone coming for me? I suddenly realize that I don't remember my name, age, or almost anything I did. I started to panic. I'm lying on the forest floor, broken and hurt. If someone were to find me, I wouldn't even be able to tell them who I am!

I suddenly hear something crashing through the shrubbery. I think to myself *This is how I die. A wild animal kills me while I have no recollection of who I am.*

To my surprise, I see not an animal, but people, rushing towards me. They are all worked up about something, and are making a lot of noise. I feel a sharp poke in my arm, soon followed by darkness.

I wake up, again under bright lights. I gasp as my vision fills with red. It slowly fades, and I am left with only a mild throbbing in my head and chest. I look over to see that my left wrist has been casted. I am hooked up to many noisy machines, and they blip faster when I try to sit up. A blonde haired blue eyed boy suddenly stands up from a chair placed in the room.

"Katniss?" he whispers. I look around for someone else. When I see no one, I am confused. The boy comes and sits next to me on my bed. I quickly push myself as far away as I can from him, making the machines skyrocket.

"Who are you?" I stutter.

He looks at me questioningly. "Cato," he says slowly. I stare at him blankly, trying to bring up a memory. Shock spreads across his face

"No," he whispered, just loud enough for me to hear, "the doctors said this wouldn't happen." He turned to me, "Katniss, this isn't funny." He spoke clearly and sternly.

"I-I don't know who Katniss is," I say. I begin to cry, and a nurse walks in.

"Sir," she says, "You have caused enough problems. Please excuse yourself" The boy who calls himself Cato glares at the nurse.

"This is your fault," he growls, "She doesn't remember!" His face twisted up in rage, and his fists balled. Without warning, he turned and punched a hole clear through the wall. His knuckles bled, and I shrank away, hiding from this monster. He stormed out of the room, and the nurse walked over.

"Sorry, sweetheart" she said. *Wait,* I think, *Sweetheart? I know that from somewhere.* The nurse continues talking, but I don't listen until the end.

"…this might jog your memory" she said, sliding a disc into the television at the foot of my bed. I see lots of kids, no older than 18. The scene keeps changing, and some kids are brutally murdered. I recognize the blonde haired boy kissing a girl in one of the scenes. The girl had dark haired pulled back neatly into a braid, and beautiful, fiery gray eyes. I look around, uncomfortable with the length of the scene, and I see a mirror. I see the same fiery gray eyes I just saw on the television. The same braided hair. I turn off the television, confused, and fall into a sleep full of nightmares.

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