Sorry about the gap between updates... I started a lot of new stories, and had finals. Review :)
Disclaimer: I don't own hunger games
I run outside. I've just had another fight with Peeta. Over my hunting, because he found out about last night. He was furious. He yelled at me, and forbid me from ever entering the woods again, like he thought he owned me. So what if it was just for my protection? He had no right to order me around, and scream at me like that. I'd had enough.
I run deeper into the forest, even though it's not safe. The woods are getting darker, and denser. And there are a lot of these weird shapes high up in the trees. But they aren't shapes. I know those shapes. Those are Tracker jacker nests. I try to run, but it's too late. They swarm me. To avoid them, I dive into the shade of a bush, but not before a few catch me. I try to yank them out. Two on my face alone, and at least five others on the rest of my body. I begin to feel the venom sinking in. Then someone comes running towards me, hopefully to help me, help me in this forest of claws and darkness, where there is blood on every tree. The person comes closer, and I recognize them. It's Prim, my Prim. But she's hurt, very hurt. She's oozing a green acidic liquid, she has a bloody gash over her face, her clothes are in tatters, blood running down her legs, and worst of all, her right arm, hanging by a thread. I have to help her, but I can't move, I'm trapped. Then Gale comes. He has a knife. He sees Prim, and he sees me.
"You chose Peeta." he says, calmly and slowly to me. Then he take his knife, and he slashes at Prim. She had no chance to dodge. Right into her head. He starts cutting out chunks of her, bits of her head, throwing them around, like they'd been blown out. She's still screaming, a scream that cuts me like he's cutting her, even though she must be dead by now. Her severed arm rolls towards me, that largest piece left of her. There is blood everywhere, screaming, the smell of rotting flesh, and Gales maniacal laughter, his eyes now pits of black fire. Then someone else comes. Peeta. He's giant, strong, and angry. He comes in and crushes Gale, just like that. Blood seeps out from under his foot. He grabs me in his hand, and yells at me, deafening me, and crushing me with his hand. I feel my bones breaking, and my eyes popping out. He ties me up, and puts me in a small glass case. He is watching from the outside. But I can't breath, and he knows it.
"It's for your own good, Katniss, you're safe now." And I'm running out of air, struggling to breath, and it feels like a hand is squeezing my lungs, and they burst, and the case I'm in is soaked with blood, and body parts, and the eyes of the capitol, the hunger games, laughing at my blood, my death. Then they too die, and the last thing I think before blackness is that the smell of decay has always been with me, it just took me until now to realize it.
"Mommy wake up!" I hear my daughter cry. She's squeezing my hand, hard. And so is Peeta, crushing it, almost.
"You were attacked by Tracker jackers." A healer explains, showing obvious signs of relief at my responsiveness. "Your daughter had followed you after you had left your house, and she herself was hurt along the way, to try and get her back to the house. There are scratches on her face that she got after her brother found her, but before that she had tripped and scrapped her knee, cut her arm, and fallen in some mud. They were both followed by your husband, and he took them and you to my house." This explained Prim and Gale. I'd thought my daughter was Prim, because of their many similarities, and my son did bear a huge resemblance to Gale. I had greatly exaggerated the injuries because of the venom. And the squeezing feeling was on my hands. But being put in the case was real. Peeta really was trapping me, strangling me, suffocating me. He knew it, but he didn't care.
"It will take you awhile to get better, those were quite a few stings you acquired. But you had the sense to yank them out, or you wouldn't be alive. You can go home within the week." But I don't want to go back to that cage, I don't want to suffocate, I want freedom.