Can you say 10 chapters? I can! TEN CHAPTERS! *Happy dances*
So I'm updating. And it's not December.
I'm not sure about this chapter, but I trust that you guys will tell me at the end?
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games, or my Peeta, who has not been in this story very much.
I was sitting in a room that was completely white. The walls were white, the floor was white, the bed I was lying on was white, and even the bulky machines were white.
It looked oddly like a hospital room.
The nurse standing in the corner of the room was also completely white. She wore a full white bodysuit, had white skin – like, literally white – and cream white hair. "Lanavia? How are you doing?" she asked.
I stared at her.
She walked over to me and checked a couple of the machines. "Lanavia, can you understand me?" she asked slowly.
I nodded and licked my lips which were unbearably dry. "Yes," I told her hoarsely.
A huge smile spread over the nurse's face. "Good, good," she encouraged. "How do you feel?" she urged.
I blinked a couple of times, trying to find an answer to her question somewhere in me. "What's my name?" I asked.
Her smile continued to grow, showing off her white teeth. "Your name is Lanavia."
"Lanavia," I repeated. Was it my name? It sounded… odd. But I couldn't think of any other name.
In fact, I couldn't think of anything.
"You know what? I better call in President Coin," she thought aloud.
"President?" I repeated.
The nurse laughed. "Oh, yes." She stood up and left the white room, leaving me alone.
I looked at my hand and the expression "I know it like I know the back of my hand" popped into my mind. But my hand… I couldn't recall ever seeing it before. It was tanned and olive-toned. The veins stretched up from my wrists to my fingers, giving my hand a slightly blue/green tint. There was a large freckle on my left index finger.
The door opened again. A woman with silky gray hair walked in cautiously, the nurse and a tall man following behind her.
The woman smiled, and though she looked old, no wrinkles appeared in her face. Her skin was almost as smooth as her hair. "Lanavia," she greeted. "How are you doing?"
"I don't know," I responded. "Who are you?"
The woman placed a hand over her heart, but her eyes looked excited. She took two steps closer to my bed. "It's me, President Coin."
"Do I know you?" I asked her politely.
She let out a high laugh, but it sounded strained, as though she hadn't done it in years.
I didn't know who this lady was, but I could already tell I didn't like her. I could tell that she'd had plastic surgery and that she wasn't very happy. How did I know her?
"Of course you know me, silly," President Coin insisted. "Do you remember anything?"
I paused. "I don't know," I said truthfully.
President Coin couldn't decide whether or not to yell at me or to jump up and down. I could tell by the way her gaze turned to a glare, yet her frown turned into a cheerful smile. She began to pace. "Oh, Lanavia, it was so tragic! You were walking down the stairs, and you tripped over a ball that one of the kids left lying around. You went flying down two staircases. You got a horrible concussion. That must be why you don't remember anything."
"I got a concussion," I said again, trying to figure out why that seemed so weird. Why did everything she said sound weird? "When am I going to be out of here?"
The nurse laughed. "Don't push it, honey. You'll be here as long as you need to be. Then you'll be free."
Then I could go home. "Where do I live?" I asked.
They exchanged a glance. "Well, you were born and raised in District 5, but you're in District 13 now."
"District?"
"Yes, the country is broken into 13 Districts? And the Capitol is the controller?"
Now that she said it, it did kind sound of familiar, like something out of a dream. "The Capitol," I whispered, mystified. I wondered if I'd ever been there and if I had just forgotten.
President Coin was starting to look pissed that I was repeating everything she said. She flipped her perfect silver hair over her shoulder and looked around the room. "Well, I think I should leave you to recover. I'll be back later to talk to you. We have some important things to talk about."
"Like what?"
She smiled. "You'll find out later, Lanavia. Rest."
And then I didn't have a choice because the nurse stuck a needle in my arm that put me to sleep. I dreamed about this little store that had bookshelves along all the walls, and a hyper lady named Franny jumping around.
When I woke up, there was food sitting on the table next to me. So I picked it up and started eating it out.
I spit it back out. What was this?
There were spoons, forks, and knives all available. It was in a bowl. There was a tall cup of water next to it.
But this was most definitely not food. It was like mush.
My stomach growled and I lightly tapped it, as though that would shut it up. I tried to ignore it, but I was just so hungry. So I ate the mushy thing that was in the bowl and held down the vomit.
When I got to the bottom, I felt something rough in my mouth, so I spit it out.
It was a little piece of paper. I uncurled it and found a message on it.
I believe you, it read.
What was that supposed to mean? I curled it back up and tossed it in the garbage pail. I placed the empty bowl back on the table, chugged some water to get the taste out, and fell asleep.
This time I dreamed about dancing lollipops.
Now it's time for me to go to bed so I can dream about dancing lollipops! Review!
~writergal24