As I wake I feel excruciating pain in my stomach. Slowly I open my eyes and sit up. A dart of pain rushes through my body and I flinch as the pain disappears. I look down at my stomach and just see black, then I put my hand to my stomach and feel that it's wet. I bring my hand up to my nose and sniff, blood. I try to feel where the injury is and notice it's on the side of my body nothing should be effected. I sit on the floor for a bit and notice that I haven't actually got a top on only a crop top thing. I search the pitch black room for some sort of cloth but instead I end up finding three big bruises on my head. I finally give up and lean against a wall. Then I hear a voice outside my cell suddenly the door bursts open. "Well she's up!" A man calls behind him, his voice sounds familiar. "Come on sweetheart." Then my brain clicks.
"Haymitch!" I exclaim in awe, not the good kind. "Why?"
"It's the best place to be." He says in a husky voice. Slowly I get up, why am I obeying them? Oh yeah 'cause they're the ones with the guns. I argue with myself in my head. I guess I'm going back.
"So what we doing today? Hijack, laugh stock or death?" I say cruelly.
"Well I'd rather die." I say blankly.
"Hey, sweetheart you're the one who came here we didn't haul you down the streets." He says laughing. "How's Peeta?"
"You're a traitor you don't deserve to know." I shout.
"Good point." And he harshly throws a top at me. Once it's on he puts a rough hand on my back and pushes me down the hall.

Finally we stop outside two large doors and by the point I'm in agony. Haymitch yanks me into the room and pushes me into a chair. Two men come up and tie me to it. "So you wanted to know what we are going to do. Well we're going to make you forget what your family is like make you hate them." Haymitch laughs cruelly. If they pull this off I wouldn't ever see my kids the same way ever again. So instead of firing some mean comment back I stay silent. That's when the T.V. in front of us turns on. There are images of Peeta and Rosie and Alex. As I watch the images Haymitch and his assistants walk around me whispering words into my ear like: "Traitors." or "Evil." It was starting the pain of confusion was coming over me so instead of looking at the images of my hurt family I think of the day Rosie was born and how happy I was Peeta thought she looked so much like me he thought we should call her Katniss Jr. or something like that. I didn't want that though. I had a terrifying life and having my daughter named after me was too hard so we called her Rosanna. I think of Peeta's laugh and Alex's smile. Then of Rue's tune as the whispers of Haymitch start to hypnotise me slightly. Death, cruelness, murder, strength. All those things Marvel had when he killed Rue but all those things aren't as strong as love. I start to fight the ropes and after a while the ropes come loose and I get up and run. Haymitch and the others weren't expecting it so they were to confused to run after me. "Stop!" I hear voices call. "Catch her!" I hear others say. I run to where Prim's room is and find the keys still in the lock. I turn the key and open it and slam it shut behind me. I turn to face four confused faces.
"Hey." I say out of breath, then pain darts through me and I slide to the floor. My wound has opened up and starts to bleed.
"Prim, do something!" I hear Johanna call. I feel soft hands on my shoulders.
"Katniss let me look." Prim's soothing voice sounds slightly worried. I take my hands off my side. "It's not terrible but you've lost a lot of blood."
"What happened to Haymitch?" I choke.
"He was hijacked." Finnick says crossly. "I guess they took your phone."
"And if they didn't it would be drenched with blood." I say smiling slightly.
"Johanna get the stash of bandages." Prim orders. Slowly as I lose blood I start to drift in and out of consciousness.

After I'm finally bandaged and clean I'm ordered to sleep. So I lie down on the hard mattress and sleep. When I wake up the light has little light coming through the thin window. I sit up and notice it's only dawn and see the others are asleep. If I hadn't gone unconscious I could have gotten them all out but they were more concerned about me being safe than the door being wide open and them being able to escape. Slowly I get up and walk around to see if it's actually possible, after about ten seconds I have to sit, my side is excruciating. Eventually Finnick wakes up. "Hey Katniss." He says drowsily.
"Hey Finnick." I say and I sound as if I'm in pain, but then again I guess I am.
"I have a question." He says and waits as if waiting my approval.
"Ok." I say. "Ask away."
"What's Harry like? Not as how he looks but how he acts." He asks.
"He looks like you and is mature he isn't disobedient or rude. He looks after Annie and never asks about you worrying that he'll hurt Annie's feelings, he's a good kid." I say relaxing a bit when I see Finnick smiling.
"Is he ok? I mean about me not being there." He asks quietly.
"I don't know. He seems to know that talking about you with Annie would hurt her." I say.
"I'd like to meet him." He says with no self pity.
"You will, I promise." I say clutching his shoulder lightly.
"I hope so." He says quietly. For hours we talk, he asks me about Peeta and what Rosie and Alex are like, I ask what the hijacking's like but we don't talk much about that. Finally the rest wake and Prim comes over to check on my wound and says it's better but still not great.
"Morning." Johanna says lazily and rolls off the bed. I laugh quietly at Johanna's clumsiness. She looks at me looking angry. Suddenly the bolt on the door slides open.
"Good morning Katniss we'd thought you'd escaped. anyway there's some people here to see you." Haymitch smiles cruelly at me.
"Who?" I say weakly, I don't think I can stand more people being here because of me.
"People, come with me." He says and I walk into the hall. We walk for about two minutes until we come to a door looking very much like ours. Before Haymitch opens it I hear muffled weeps. Haymitch opens the door and inside I see the last people I wanted to see, I see my children.