Here is the next chapter! It is quite heavy like last time and deals with some serious issues, just to warn anyone who isn't comfortable.

Nothing changed. Well, apart from me I suppose. I grew weaker and weaker, over time my body starved. I became nearly as muddled as I did when I was in the torture room. I had trouble making sense of my surroundings of how long I'd been held hostage. It all added to my misery, my want to not exist.

As much as I despised being here and wished to be anywhere else, there wasn't anything in my reach to fix that. I had tried earlier when the guards had come to get me. I had noticed a knife in the belt of a guard. I was overcome with misery, and like usual they expected me not to retaliate. So I surprised him when I lunged for the knife, got it out of the belt, but before I could attempt anything he knocked it out of my hands. My last hope of freedom had been stripped away and now they were careful with their weapons.

So instead I'd imagine Lily next to me, sitting with me, keeping me sane. She would smile and toss her hair, point out little things, hold my hand. She felt real, as real as anything could feel, so I spent the time with her. Most of the time when the guards came to bring me to the torture room she would vanish, once again reminding me she never existed here. The torture would be worse if that happened. But it helped with the loneliness when she was here even if no one else could see, and her smile lit up the room, if only for a moment.

When they came for me today though, something changed. The whispers grew to shouts, shrieks that hurt my head and that I couldn't escape from. I heard thuds and metal clank, eventually the noise died until it was whispering once again. That's when the hands grabbed me.

I was in the dark room again but this time was very different. It was still dark, but I was able to see in the dimness. I was not injected, there was no strange machine. But there was another body across from me, in a simple wooden chair like mine, that was not a rebel. She was a hostage too from the other cell.

As I stared at her small frame, much shorter than mine, a name comes to mind. Spurred by her brown hair and brown eyes. Lani.

I get swarmed by memories again. She was older than me, but not by much. She was maybe twenty now. She had lived in 13 all her life, cooped up underground, but she was lively and mischievous. We had played together a few times when I had visited, before mum decided we got into too much trouble.

Her glare from where she is seated tells me she blames me for all of this. I'm not disagreeing.

One more surprise awaits me in this strange room when the door opens and another figure steps in. He stands next to a guard that probably dragged me from my cell. I realize I know him but I can't name him. He is tall with dark hair. Something in my memory is stuck, or maybe I just refuse to believe. My head starts to ache and I look away trying to retreat from the scene in front of me.

It is only when I hear his voice do I remember.

"Freesia? You need to listen."

It's Kin.

An odd sound escapes my mouth and images flood my mind; Kin and I in District 13 working together. Texting late at night. Holding conversations in the park. Deciding he was the only person I could trust when it came to the rebels. Trusting Kin.

And now he was here to torture me.

"Freesia!" His voice breaks through the onslaught. "Listen, this is very important."

I don't want to. This can't be real. He must be in my imagination like Lily. But in the back of my mind I know he isn't. When I refuse to look something strikes me across the cheek and I cry out. There's a shuffle but nothing else comes to attack me.

"Freesia, I don't want you to get hurt. You need to listen."

I try my hardest to focus, to avoid the pain. Which was all I'd been trying to do lately. Kin is standing tall, staring at me.

Kin continues. "This is here is Lani. We believe you know her." I hear Lani whimper and I try to avert me eyes. Something forces my head to look back. Kin's eyes bore into mine. "Lani is going to be in trouble if you don't tell us the truth Freesia. Are you ready?"

No I'm not ready. My body hurts and I can't focus properly. He begins anyway.

"When you were working for the rebels did you give information to an outside party?"

It's a lot of words to process and it takes me a minute to answer. "You. I told you."

There's an uncomfortable silence. "Did you give information to a person who was not a rebel?" Kin rephrases.

Jake. I told Jake, not everything but I told him of my meetings with Michael. I battle with myself whether or not to answer.

"No." I say eventually. There's a pause.

"Did your parents contact anyone outside of District 12 recently?"

I didn't exactly know what counted as 'recently'. "No." I answer anyway, it wasn't even possible in the district.

"Was your family affiliated with the Odair's?"

Ethan's green eyes and bronze hair come into my mind. I want to protect them I do…but I can't deal with the pain anymore. "Yes."

There's a murmur among the rebel crowd.

"Where are these people now?"

I pause. This is the deadly question. "I don't know."

It happens almost immediately. There's a rush of air, a loud impact, and the scream of Lani.

My hands shake.

"Where are they Freesia?" Kin's voice is different. Harder.

"I don't know!" I shriek, tears stinging my skin.

She screams again, longer this time. It repeats inside my head as if on a loop.

"No, no, no…" I mumble. I can't stop the images that come. Liz falling to the ground, dead. The rebel I shot and murdered. Lily dying. Blood pooling everywhere, in every memory, staining the floors. Red overtakes my vision. The scream won't stop and the images replay, around and around. They whirl faster, the scream becomes louder, blocking any sounds from the room or the world.

"Stop!" I scream.

Everything comes to a standstill. My whole body spasms violently.

Then Kin's voice breaks through the silence. "Freesia, tell us where the resistance is and this will all be over. I promise."

Tears fall. I want to believe him so badly. I want his promise to come true. I want the noise in my head to stop. The images to stop. The hallucinations to end.

"Where is the resistance? That is where your parents are. Where are they?" His voice is softer.

"I don't know."

"Wrong answer Freesia."

And it all starts again. The screams claw at me from the inside out and I scream along with it. I look up and see her. Lani. Bloodied and broken, slouched in her chair in agony. For the first time since being here I had an idea.

I had failed everybody else, everybody I had tried to save. But I could save her.

"They're in District 7!" I scream and the only sound left is Lani whimpering.

"District 7?" Kin repeats.

"Outside District 7." There's a hum in the room.

Lani and I are untied and rebels file out. She looks at me with accusatory eyes. She blames me.

I wondered how long it would take the rebel's to find out that I'd lied.

He plays with my hair as we lie in my bed. I had just heard the front door click signifying Lily had left. Nobody was home now.

"So what does Freesia Mellark want to do once we finish school?" He asks playfully, poking me in the side.

"Ah…I dunno." I answer lazily, looking up at him.

"Take on the bakery?" He asks. He knows I'm great at helping dad decorate the cakes.

I laugh though. "No. Never. I don't want to bake for a living. That's dad's thing. If it was a perfect world I would become an artist. But there's no use for them here, I've only really read about professional artists."

"I'm sure there would be a spot in the Capitol. There are a bunch of artists there."

"Could you really picture me moving to the Capitol?" I ask him with a smirk.

"No I guess not." He gives in with a grin. "Would you ever move from District 12?"

I frown. "Doubt it. I mean, districts are districts. They only differ by industry and I like District 12. It's like a farm." I laugh. "Would you ever move?"

He appraises me before he speaks. "No. I'd be wherever you were." A smile spreads across my face and my body warms. How lucky I am.

Suddenly he rolls off the bed and stands up heading to the door. "Where are you going?" I ask incredulously, sitting up quickly.

He chuckles. "Relax Free. I'm just getting us some food. Don't worry, you won't get rid of me that quick." He winks.

I purse my lips. "Okay." I relent.

He laughs and just before the door swings shut, says, "I'm never going to let you go, you know that. I'll hunt you down wherever you are."

The whispering has stopped, that's what woke me. Jake's words ring in my head and I think how ironic they are. The cell full of eyes is watching the man open my cell door.

"Up." Kin says to me but he doesn't grab me like they normally do. He doesn't touch me at all. "Freesia, get up." His voice is hard.

I was confused. Had they figured out I'd lied to them already? Was he here to take me to the room again?

I flinch when he pushes against my arm to get me to move and an emotion passes through his face. I can't determine it right now. He nudges me again, and the feeling is odd because it is so gentle.

He leads me out of the room with purposeful strides which I struggle with because I am not fending well on my feet. Once we are out of the eyes of the other cell he supports my body against his; I lean almost all my weight onto him but the touch still causes me to tremor. It was too close, and I tensed in anticipation of pain.

He looks at me, I avert my eyes. "I'm sorry I was rough, they couldn't know what I was doing." I don't even bother to make sense of those words. I walk along with him because I am physically unable to do anything else.

"We have to be quick. They'll be patrolling soon." Nobody since I'd been captured had held a conversation with me that wasn't an interrogation. So I talked.

"Who?"

"The guards." I still didn't understand.

He takes me through corridors, through doors, but I lose my sense of direction. I let him lead me, the surroundings passing in a blur like everything else in my useless mind.

Eventually we stop, he leans me against a wall, and I feel like an object. I sink down to the floor, vaguely worried about what he was going to do to me. I didn't think I could handle new torture methods. Lani's screams still bothered me when things became too quiet. There's a beeping sound and a click and I'm met with a breeze from the outside.

Outside!

I look to my left and there it is. The outdoors. Trees and sun and wind. Only the sun is setting. Why on earth would I be here?

"Come on! Come on!" Kin hurries me, lacing my arm around his shoulders and hoisting me up and walking me out. The air feels like the best thing I have ever felt, I'd been deprived for so long.

A possibility comes into my mind then, through the muddled mess. "You're saving me?" I whisper. The setting sun piercing my eyes harshly.

He looks at me with eyes full of pain. "We are partners. Friends. Of course I'm saving you."

I black out soon after that.

I immediately sense something is wrong when I don't wake to the whispering. There are odd sounds that I have never heard before. My mind comes to only one conclusion: new forms of torture have been made for me.

Something touches me and I immediately jerk away from it leaving my eyes closed. I hide my head in my arms not ready for new methods of pain. However pain does not come and the hands do not drag me from my cell.

"Hey it's okay, sweetheart." A soft voice says as the hand touches me again, stroking my arm. "Lift your head."

I do and find myself staring into the clear blue gaze of my father.

"Dad?"

"Yeah." He smiles a little. "It's okay your safe."

I don't believe those words. I look around half expecting to find a cell and my dad a figment of my imagination. Or maybe I was dead and here was heaven.

I'm in an odd little room though, the walls uneven and look handmade. It is only my dad and me. There's an odd rushing sound from outside I can't place. My body still hurts but I find it's been bandaged.

"Where are we?" I ask, fear suddenly gripping me, I don't consider this to a place beyond death. If my father was here this was what the rebels were looking for, where they were headed. Or maybe the rebels had already found us. I try to sit up. His hands push me back down.

"It's okay, just relax Free." He tries to say soothingly. I'm too weak to resist the hand on my shoulder.

"Are we in District 7?" Maybe Kin hadn't saved me at all. Maybe he had just moved me to 7.

"What? No we're not in 7." Dad replies, his eyebrows furrowing.

I breathe a sigh of relief, the rebels wouldn't find us for now. "Where are we then?"

"We'll get to that in a little while." Dad says carefully as the door opens.

In walks my mother.

"Mum!"

"Hi honey." She says gently, taking a chair next to my bed. Her eyes glisten in the light. I go to say something, another question about our surroundings, but when I open my mouth I burst into tears instead.

I hadn't cried in a long time. I feel my parents wrap their arms around me tenderly, careful not to squeeze too hard.

"It's okay, we're here." Says my mother.

For the first time I felt safe.

I have gained a small party to the room. Gathered around me are my parents, Jake and Kin. I eye Kin warily. They told me he'd saved me. I couldn't really remember it though.

They were all going to tell me what was going on now, but no one seemed like they wanted to speak the first words.

Instead I speak. "Where are we?" I'm still confused by the rushing sound outside.

There's a pause. "District 4." Jake says, he holds an odd expression.

"Really?" I ask. That would explain the sound though. We must be near the ocean. The smell too; it is all very salty.

"Outside of District 4." He amends.

"Why?" I frown. I just can't fathom this change.

My dad draws a deep breath. "Freesia this is what is called the resistance. It's an anti- rebel group. Things got bad in District 12 and we left. District 4 is still resisting the rebel influence and we are able to get help from the district."

A thought hits me. "This is like the District 13 of your day." I say, thinking of the rebel group housed in 13 all that time ago.

"Yes, but we're not nearly as well equipped." Yes I could see that. It explained this odd little room.

"How did I get here?" The light was beginning to hurt my eyes and I was frustrated I couldn't work my memory the way I wanted to.

"I brought you." Kin says.

"You tortured me!" I yell at him, on the verge of a breakdown. All eyes all latch on to his face. I see Jake and dad tense, as if they are ready to jump him.

"Freesia they made me do it." He says evenly. "Once you gave us the information, many of the rebels left to go to 7. I took my chance and got you out. I couldn't do it any other way."

I'm not ready to accept that but I'd rather keep myself in check rather than prove to everyone else how unstable I am. "But how did you get here?"

"He contacted us." Dad says. "We travelled a little outside the Capitol and found him with you."

I nod. That sounded feasible. "Is Rye here?" I ask suddenly, petrified of the answer.

"Yes." My mother says. "We'll bring him in once your more accustomed to this place."

In other words they'll bring him to me once I am slightly less of a psycho. I understand though and I wouldn't want it any other way.

I am filled in on more of the smaller details of this place but I faze in and out, struggling to concentrate, all the information adding to the muddy mess in my mind. They seem to notice and slowly peter out. Mum and Kin leave first. Dad follows when a nurse comes in; Jake stays. The nurse asks me questions, forces me to drink, gives me tablets of some sort. Just as she is leaving she does something odd. She heads to the door, quickly turns back, eyes a tray next to me that contains a syringe and a scalpel. She darts back quickly picking them up and striding out of the room.

I raise my eyebrows questioningly at Jake. He sighs but does not answer.

"What was that?" I ask.

He sighs again, running a hand through his hair. "Kin gave a rundown as best he could about your medical condition when you got here. They asked him how you were psychologically as well." He pauses obviously uncomfortable but he knows I won't give up. The rest comes in a rush. "He said you had suicidal tendencies."

"What?" I screech.

"He said something about how you wrestled a knife from a guard."

"Oh my god…" I remember that. The crushing feeling, the need of a release. The need for the weapon. The glint of it in the belt, the only sign of hope. It comes back so suddenly, so vividly I lose it and I breakdown like before.

Jake's arms wrap around me in comfort. I still flinch, unaccustomed to gentle touches. The arms bother me because of the intimacy and I squirm out. He sees the raw pain in my eyes.

"You'll get through this. I know you will." He tells me.

I tried my hardest to believe him.

A/N: Review for an excerpt in Kin's POV!

While the story is in ultimately in Freesia's POV, all excerpts will be in alternate POV's as a little taster of other characters. Suggest any POV's you would like to see!

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