Finally, I'm allowed to eat. It seems like days since I've been gone from my cell, although I know it's only been a few hours, and being back in the claustrophobic white space is almost comforting after my ordeal. Before they threw me in though, they gave me some information. I'd have thought they would have the decency to save any more bad news for tomorrow, given my current weakened state. Now as I eat my large bowl of thick soup, I can't enjoy it.

District Twelve has been bombed down, and Katniss is actually situated in District Thirteen, which has apparently been running underground for years. They've been living - quite advanced lifestyles - for years and not once have they tried to help their neighbours. While we starved daily, played like pawns by the Capitol, they lived in security with plenty to eat and safe in the knowledge that the Capitol won't ever know of their existance. And I hate them, perhaps even more than I hate the Capitol. And Katniss is safe with them. I don't think they're keeping her hostage any more. The drugs have worn off and my mind has had time to think. How can she just leave me here?

I'm finished my soup too soon for my liking, and my stomach growls for more. I look around my cell, but the one bowl and a litre of water are all I get. I take the bottle and throw its contents down my throat. That's gone in a matter of seconds. With my stomach as satisfied as it's going to get for today, I climb into my bed and try my best to get comfortable. I don't, but I still fall asleep in a matter of minutes.

"Katniss?"

I'm surrounded by darkness. But I'm not alone. Someone is here with me; I can feel it. I'm calling out to them.

"Hello? Katniss? Is that you?"

"Yes," comes a voice behind me. "It's me."

I turn, grateful for her company. But instead of feeling relieved, her appearance startles me. Her eyes are sinister, and her movements seem unnatural. They remind me of one thing: Mutt.

I open my mouth in a plead that never comes, when her arrow pierces my chest and I fall to the ground...

I'm thankful for whoever woke me up. I didn't want to stay in that dream any longer. I sit up as quickly as my weakened body can manage and I become aware of the cold sweat covering my skin and sheets. Only now do I noticed my change of clothing. I hadn't even realised I'd changed. Only now do I realise how used to this routine I am. How used to torture I am.

"Good, you're up." Adi's voice comes from the open doorway.

Yeah, goody.

"I believe you know the routine?" says Adi, when the Peacekeepers come in. What little energy I'd gained from my food and rest starts ebbing away. I don't budge, so the Peacekeepers drag me to my feet and I don't even notice when they put the cuffs onto my wrists. I suppose I've become accustomed to that, too.

This time, when they strap me to the chair, they up the dosage even more. I'm starting to think that this much of that stuff can't be good for anyone. But then I realise that that's what they want. Today's footage is once again of the uprising in the districts. But at the end they show me something I didn't ever want to witniss again. Lavinia and Darius' tortures.

"No..." I say, more to myself than anyone else, because I know that nobody else would listen.

"I'm sorry?" says Adi. Those spirals around his ears must have given him super hearing or something, because I'd barely whispered that.

"I said no," I crane my neck as far as I can without hurting myself so I can see Adi's face. "Please, enough. I get your point: Katniss isn't a good person. I shouldn't trust her, but please, don't make me watch this again..."

"Are you being honest?"

I shakily nod, because it's true. I'm watching Darius being hacked to pieces again, and it's Katniss' fault. I don't know what I ever saw in her. I don't trust her, or anyone else any more.

"Then you're making good progress. Yes, you finally get that she can't be trusted, but you still don't understand."

"Under- understand what?"

Adi leans close to my face, and I can't help but notice the unnnatural flecks of yellow in his brown eyes. "Don't you see, Peeta? Katniss Everdeen is the cause of all this," he gestures to the television, and my eyes follow his hand. I catch the sight of Darius' thigh being ripped open by the Peacekeepers' instruments. "And if you really want it to end, there's only one solution. The girl on fire has to die."