I do not own the Hunger Games...sadly.
"So, Peeta," I jumped as I heard the voice of President Snow booming through the room", I know you would like to hear about Katniss right? Well, I will tell you that we don't have her. But I do not know if she is safe or not."
"Please, I need to know." I pleaded with him.
"We need information, Peeta. And we can either kill Katniss or get it from you."
"I do not have any information." I said with clenched teeth. It was unbearable to believe that they would try and kill her.
" Oh but I think you do." He said. He did not know anything, obviously. The truth was that I didn't know anything it was as simple as that.
"I'm sorry you think that."
"Look, I know you want to protect Katniss but, this won't help her."
Tears started to trail down my pail cheek. "DON'T HURT HER!" I screamed. "PLEASE!"
Snow started to chuckle. " You naive boy! You don't understand that you are the one hurting her right at this moment." He then broke out into a huge laugh. The sound of a chair scraping on the floor told me he was leaving.
"ME? WHY ME?"
"I'm not letting you out for a while."
"I'm not worried about me!" I yelled
"She is!" He called from down the hall.
What did he mean by all of this. When I was worrying about Katniss, talking about Katniss, and thinking of Katniss, he was talking about me! I did not hurt her!
Then I felt like kicking something. How could he say this? How was I hurting Katniss? I would never do anything to hurt her! And I'm stuck in this cell that looks like a home for an insane man. How could I be doing anything to her?
I stay awake all night trying to sort through this mess.
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