I woke on the floor. Blood was dried around my hand. Bruises masked my ribs and stomach. The hole in my wrist stared at me, looking like a chunck of hell had fallen on it. I breathed heavily and I heard the bones rattling back to life in my chest, the bruises moaning at me to stop. But I didn't. Instead I sat up. The tears flooding from my eyes, yet, I was silent. My body screamed in pain but I kept quiet. I didn't utter a sound when my back clicked and my heart skipped two beats or when my gut wrenched and my jaw cracked. I was muted.
Past the door I could hear screams. I could hear Johanna and Peeta. Even Enobaria's cries. The bashings continued as I heard many different people screaming out, in pain or in anger. Then it was silent again. Peace had returned, but not for too long as the door swung so hard, the hinges actually did break and the once strong metal door lay defeated and broken before me. A tall man, responsible for the breakage of the door, stepped dramatically in. "Annie." I stared in awe at him nether the less, I was scared. "Annie Cresta, my name's Gale Hawthorne and I'm here to help you." I apprehensively shook my head. That's what all the others said. He walked over and put a large hand on my bruised shoulder and squatted down. "Annie, Im a friend of Finnick's." something about the warmth of his breath and his strong grip comforted me and made me feel slightly safer. I managed a breathless 'ok' and he held out a clean sheet for me. Gale wrapped it around me and swiftly put me in a firemans carry. He ran from the cell and we began to venture down the, not so frightening anymore, corridor. Peacekeepers were strewn everywhere, passed out, injured or dead. "Gale Hawthorne." I gasped. "You... might have to... to pay for that." I breathed. "For what?" He panted, still running. I bounced up and down on his shoulder, trying to get a word from my damaged voice box and lungs. "That door." I finally managed to hack the words out. Gale kind of laughed at my semi-serious statement and his pace quickened. Finally we reached the front gate, where I had never been for real; only in a Captol illusion. He kicked the recognition key pad and ran as fast as I've ever witnessed a human run at the grey door that matched his grey eyes. We jolted as his other shoulder bashed on the gate but we were out and into the damp air.