Chapter eight: Time and memories
They left Joanna and I for a long time after that, again I didn't know how long but it felt good not to be alone anymore. Joanna soon passed out after speaking to me and I found myself constantly worrying about her health and also wondered who else was here and was being tortured like us. To pass the time, I thought up questions I could ask Joanna once she had awoken, it was obvious she knew more about everything that had happened than I did.
I thought of my district, gone and destroyed and wondered where Katniss and the others were living wondered if they had gotten my warning about the bombs. I felt my chest ache and used it to anchor me to the now, I was still alive and I would get out, I would get to Katniss. A thought came to my head and unsettled me, yes I would always try to get to Katniss, but why hadn't Katniss try to come to me? Why did she blame me for trying to protect the Capitol when I was always trying to protect her?
I shook my head; of course she was trying to get to me. Katniss wouldn't just leave me here to die.
o.o.o
The trackerjacker nest rocked precariously on the swooping branch Katniss was sawing at and I felt my heart in my throat. I knew and Katniss knew how dangerous these creatures were. One sting would send you spiraling into hallucinations any more than that would kill you. You couldn't even afford one sting in the Games; you needed to be awake and prepared for anything. I looked at the Careers beside me all still asleep, and thought of what to do. Soon the nest would be spiralling down on top of us, and I couldn't be stung. But if I moved, I chanced waking them. I heard a cry from above me and saw Katniss swatting at herself, my heart thudded to life. She was stung. I would have to act quickly and I didn't have a lot of time, the nest had awoken and was close to falling, the buzz was getting louder and before I knew it, it was falling quickly to us. I got to my feet grabbing a knife and running into the trees and hiding in the thick bushes. I soon heard the crack and then the roar of the buzzing followed by screams. I kept as low as possible, watching as feet ran past me until all was silent.
I stayed for another minute, counting slowly in my head until I left the safe confines of the bushes. I looked around hesitantly and heard a low groan. I rushed to where the nest fell and found the swollen body of glimmer, the bow and arrow gone.
"Katniss!" I hissed out looking everywhere and began walking and listening. I heard the loud fumbling of steps and decided to risk it, I ran toward the sound leaping over fallen branches and finally seeing Katniss, her eyes wide and crazed looking at me but not focused.
"Katniss?" I say walking toward her as she lurched and searched around herself her mouth moving quickly yet silently. It was then that I heard it, loud and quick footsteps heading toward us.
"Katniss! You need to go! Run! Run!" I screamed at her, pushing at her until her eyes refocused somewhat and she began stumbling away. I turned to see Cato, the same unfocused stare in his eyes running toward me, on lurching feet. In his hand he carried his favourite weapon, a jagged long knife.
