None is mine and much love to my beta: MissingMommy
And then the moment arises. It's exciting, exhilarating, scary, interesting and most of all heart stopping. The main question in the moment is if I succeed. Will I not, I have a problem. If I do succeed, things may get worse. It's not a win, win situation;I do not know if I am able to save Peeta. But once, I promised him I'd protect him, because that's what we do… we protect each other.
So I stand here, afew metres from the hospital. My knife isin my left combat boot. My hair braided. I am reminded by the rebellion. It feels like it again. The thrill, the awareness, saving Peeta. It's bizarre. I am determined to succeed though. To save Peeta Mellark, the boy with the bread. It has come to this, the moment has arrived. No matter what, I will save Peeta.
I enter the hospital and greet Delly.
"Katniss," she says, smiling. "Good to see you. You haven't been here in a while."
I smile, hoping that I don't seem to tense. I am nervous, really nervous. Everything can go wrong and I have to be normal. I have to look normal, Delly can't suspect a thing. That's why I choose to talk to her a little. Dr. Grey will take a break in fifteen minutes, so I have enough time to chat with Delly.
"Yes, I've been busy trying to get my life back. How is Peeta doing?"
"Fine, I assume. No one is allowed to go into his room. If you're here to see him, I'm afraid I'll have to send you away. Doctor Grey doesn't want any visitors, it may affect his recovery," she says.
Sly evil manipulator. She has all the strings in her hand, of course she does. She wouldn't be President Snow's granddaughter if she hadn't thought everything out, but she shouldn't underestimate me. I know I can't underestimate her. She is smart, knows her way with words, but she was stupid to come out with the truth. Telling me about her true identity was her biggest mistake.
"No, I am here for an appointment with my doctor, when I was attacked."
Delly smiles at me and nods. I leave her and stride to the cabin close to Peeta's room.
I knock on the door;my hands are shaking a little. There's no one in the cabin though, so I try to open the door. I can't. It's locked.
I curse myself inwardly. Of course it's locked. How am I going to open it? I don't have the key. All I have is a knife. I look around and then bend so I am on the same height as the lock. I take out the knife from my boot and slide it along the side of the door. It slips in, andI drag it up and down. The noise of the dragging up and down from my knife is harder than I expect. It rings my ears and I wonder if it's just me, because I am too nervous or if it's really making this awful noise. It's too hard and I'm afraid I will get caught.
Then it clicks and the door creaks open. I cry out softly – or really hard, I am not sure, I am too nervous to measure the noise coming from me – and slide my knife back in my boot. I stand up, steadying myself and enter the room. I sigh, feeling relieved. I am one step closer to saving Peeta.
I close the door again and hope Dr. Grey won't suddenly enter. The room is white and smells like the sedating stuff Dr. Grey uses. I cover my mouth with my sleeve and grab a handful of pills and syringes filled with blue liquid. I am not sure what it all is, but I've seen Dr. Grey using it multiple times. I suspect the pills knock him out and the syringes with blue liquid bring him the memories.
I slide my bag from my back and carefully unzip it, trying not to make too much noise. I drop the syringes and pills in and am ready to move out until I see the click of the door turning.
My breathe catches in my throat and in panic I look around. The cabin isn't too big but there are many closets in hear. I move around the room, opening a door of a closet. There's nothing in it and I jump in and close the door.
The door creaks open and I hear two voices talking.
"Is he ready for phase two?"
"Almost. He is knocked out for most of the day. The hallucinations should almost be completely imprinted in his brain."
The two people are talking about Peeta, I realize.
"And Miss Everdeen?" the voice asks.
"Haven't seen the nuisance in a week or two. Think she's backing off," the other voice says. It clearly is Dr. Grey's voice. The other voice I do not know; I have heard it somewhere, but no face enters my mind.
"Good, she's dangerous, miss Snow."
"I know, but she won't be able to save or help the boy. The boy is almost ready to enter phase two and after he enters phase two he'll go into phase three where he is a destructive force. Ready to kill the girl once and for all."
"Good. Remember keep her close. She knows."
Dr. Grey laughs. It's a murderous laugh and the air feels denser. Suddenly the feeling of déjà-vu hits me and the smell of roses and blood overcomes me. It's nauseating and it spins my mind. It scares me too and I realize President Snow is back in full force. This person may not be President Snow, but she is just as evil, if not more.
Footsteps then come closer and I try to shallow my breathing.
"Was the door locked when you entered?" the unrecognizable voice asks.
"No. I thought you opened it."
"I didn't."
"Then who did? We're the only ones to have a key."
"Someone entered it then."
The talking then stops. I hear footsteps and then the door closes. I hear the lock turning and I know I am locked up.
After a few minutes – or ages of waiting in silence, too afraid to maybe see the mystery face or Dr. Grey – I exit it, relieved to be alone. I tiptoe to the door and bend down again to get my knife out of my boot and then I slip the knife in and drag it up and down until I hear the click.
It clicks and I slowly open the door. I peak my head out and luckily there's no one in the hallway so I quickly make my way out of the cabin. My throat is dry and I check up quickly with Peeta, who is sleeping, or more like paralyzed, and leave the hospital.
Phase one of my plan is done. I need to be quick, because if Peeta enters his second phase I can't save him. Instead I'll have to run for him. The clock is ticking and time is running out.
Bit short, I've just been incredibly busy. Thank you all for reviewing, reading, favouriting and such, it means more than the world to me! Keep on going and hopefully I'll be updating soon. Love, Atlas.
