Chapter 4

(Katniss POV)

Coughing an retching I'm allowed a breath of air. "Had enough?" Heart asks from over at the control panel. Tears mix with the water dripping from my cheeks.

"I don't know who that is?" I sob "please stop,"

"Not until you tell me who Peeta Mallark is," I shriek as I'm forced back into the water. I don't know who Peeta Mallark is, but I do blame him for putting me through this. My lungs feel as if they're about to explode, but right before I pass out I'm brought out of the water just like always. I am barely aware of the muffled sound of an alarm going off. "Go see what that is," Heart commands the two men leave the room drawing their weapons. "Now did you remember who Peeta is?" A sob rips through me I close my eyes to stop them from burning.

"No, I don't know!" I scream at her furiously. I feel myself being lowered, and I squeeze my eyes shut I can't do this anymore. Right before my mouth is about to go under I stop moving.

"What are you-" then there is the sound of metal contacting with flesh. My eyes fly open and I see Heart lying on her back with a trident sticking out of her face. I begin to hyperventilate my eyes scan the room for the owner of the trident. My eyes fall on a beautiful tan man with wavy Carmel hair dressed in all black. He rushes towards me.

"It's ok I'm here to get you out," I can't even process what he's saying my eyes continue to dart to Hearts dead body on the floor. He unlocks my hands and pulls me out of the tank. "Please listen I'm here with the rebels…god your freezing….we're here to save you," he gently rubs my shaking shoulders to bring me some warmth, but I only feel numb.

"Who?" Is all I can ask through my chattering teeth who are rebelling?

"I'll explain later we got to get you out of here. Can you stand?" I shrug I can't remember if I'm capable of walking. I don't even know how I got into this room. "Well there's no better time than the present to find out," as he supports me I slowly get up, but as soon as I am fully standing the darkness closes in "Shit," Then I feel myself being braced up against strong arms. I fade in and out of consciousness. Every time I hear noises my eyes flicker against the light I try to wake myself to it and not fall back into the darkness, but it continues to consume me. The last thing I remember before passing out completely is the smell of cinnamon, warm gently arms wrapped around me, and a voice saying "Shhh it's ok you're safe now. No one will hurt you anymore," for the first time in what feels like forever I feel safe so I melt into the stranger's arms and welcome unconsciousness.

My dreams are filled with a voices crying and pleading with me. 'Kat please…please Kat come back,' the voices keep's repeating this over and over. I want to go to them to find them, but I can't move there's a pressure pressing against my entire body making it almost impossible to breathe, but I keep fighting the pressure and keep trying to find voices. I try to call back to them, but that's when my mouth fills with water.

I wake up screaming and thrashing. The sounds of people around me are like buzzing mosquitos they mean nothing. "Miss you're fine it was just a dream relax, please relax," I open my eyes and realize they're soaked with tears. I breathe in and out trying to relax. Multiple people occupy the tinny room I am currently in. They rush around me barely taking any notice of me.

"Where am I?" I whisper not expecting an answer, but a woman in a white robe sits in the chair beside my bed and replies.

"You're in District 13," she says slowly and sweetly. Her blond hair is pulled back away from her face which is red and sweaty, and her eyes are a dull blue. For an older woman, she's very pretty. But I looked at her stunned.

"District 13?" I ask my voice sounds raspy and weak from the screaming. The women's eyebrows furrow.

"All that can be explained later. Right now you should rest you've been through a great deal. All you need to know is that you're safe." I nod and close my eyes blocking out the bustling bodies. I've heard three people tell me I was safe, but I feel far from it.

The next time I wake up I feel like I've slept for weeks my room is dark and empty except for the beeping machines that surround me. I try to sit up, but pain shoots across my entire body that's when I take in my appearance. There is a think cast on my left foot and hand. Two of my figures on my right hand are also bandaged. The rest of my body is a patchwork quilt of bandages and new, and fading bruises. There is also heavy bandaging around my head, a splint on my nose and a patch over my swollen eye. The injuries aren't what scare me, it's not remembering getting them. Before I can dive deep to try and piece together what exactly happened to me I see a man walk by the large window of my room. He comes to the door and knocks he looks to see if he is allowed in. I nod, he is older with thinning brown hair and dark circles under his dull grey eyes. "Haymitch Abernathy," he holds out a hand, but I just look at it, and the way it is shaking. He pulls it back "sorry…withdrawal," I don't respond "may I sit?" I shrug. As he sits I notice the file in his hand. "I have some questions to ask," he must notice me tense up "And I will answer any question you have,"

"What's district 13?" It takes a few tries to get the question out my voice barely audible, but he gets what I'm trying to say.

"Panama is our country, and it's made up of 13 districts and the Capital. We're in District 13," he pauses and opens the file "In here are files from the Capital of…how they tortured you. They only address you as prisoner 131 there is no name, no district, and no crime listed. I was asked to try and find out any info I can so we can reunite you with any family you may have. Do you remember your name?" I shake my head and he frowns there is a pause.

"The reason why 13 is so interested in you is that you were the only POW," I look at him confused "Prisoner of war. We searched the entire mansion and you were the only one…left alive, so they want to know why weren't you killed like the rest? Why are you so important?" he tilts he had and examines me as if he's trying to place where he could have seen me before. "I'm sorry. This must be difficult for you, but if you remember anything, write it down. He places a notebook and pen on the bedside table. I nod he gets up and walks to the door.

"how long?" I croak. He knows exactly what I want to know. 'How long have I been put through this?'

"We estimated a few months, but nothing is certain," I feel the blood drain from my face and my eyes begin to burn. I don't want this man to see me cry though so I look up at the ceiling.

"Do you remember any of it?" he asks gently. I shake my head the tears are flowing freely down my cheeks. "I'm sorry, sweetheart,"

"I'm 16...I think," that's the only thing I can remember about myself, maybe it will help.

"Okay sweetheart," then he is gone and I'm left to wonder what had been taken from me over the past months besides my memory.

The next few days no one else asks me about what I do and don't remember I'm just told to 'focus on getting better,' so I do. I eat what they bring me, and I exercise and strengthen the muscles they tell me to. No one comes to visit, and I'm left to the very robotic doctors. It's not until my 9th day here that I get a visitor. "Hey!" I nearly spit the soup I was sipping from the bowl down my front. A tall, tan, and muscular man with sandy hair and sea green eyes leans against my doorway. After taking his immaculate appearance in I realize that he is the man that killed Heart and rescued me "Sorry didn't mean to scare you I just wanted to come check on you," he comes right on to my bed and plops down on the end of it.

"I'm fine," my voice seems to be coming back but I'm still not used to talking so its shaking and is barely louder than a whisper

"Bored?" he whispers giving me a flirtatious wink. I don't know what it is about this guy, but I feel comfortable with him. He is so charismatic and he kind I can automatically tell this is one of the few people here that I'll be able to trust.

"A little," I admit with a half smile.

"Well, I heard they're going to take that cast off your leg and put on a smaller brace in a little." He lays back on the foot of my bed making himself comfortable "so after that you want to go for a walk?" he wiggles his eyes brows at me, and I raise my mine when he laughs and gestures to my foot "I'd obviously have to wheel you around in a wheelchair, but it's better than sitting here,"

"Ok," I agree. 5 minutes later 2 nurses come in and take off the cast and put my foot in a brace. As I settle myself in a wheelchair he answers my questioning gaze before I have asked.

"I'm Finnick Odair by the way," he reaches out his hand and I take it in my uninjured hand in a quick shake. He comes to stand behind me and begins to push me out the door.

"thank you," I hope he knows I mean for getting me out of the capital as well as the walk.

"Anytime," we make our way out of the hospital wing and down a series of hallways then to the elevator. When it opens a girl with red hair is standing with her back to us "Annie," Finnick says sweetly the girl turns around. Her expression is confused and vacant almost as if she's seeing beyond what is in front of her, but then she sees Finnick, and she breaks into a huge smile and its like she can see clearly now.

"Finnick," we exit the elevator and they meet in a very passionate embrace that makes me a bit uncomfortable. I can't tear my eyes away from them though. Finnick has a protective hand on the small of Annies back while the other caresses her face. When their lips meet Finnick is so gentle it's almost like he's trying not to break her. Annie seems to melt into Finnick before she looked so tense but now she seems to have found peace in his embrace. It happens so fast but there is so much meaning in their actions. When they separate Finnick says

"Annie this is…" he draws a blank. I just shrug. I still don't know my name and I haven't had to communicate with anyone besides doctors so it didn't really matter.

"This is Jane. They've been calling you Jane Doe since we brought you back. Calling you jane will make it easier till you remember your real name," he finishes. I shrug again cause it honestly doesn't matter to me.

"Nice to meet you," Annie says airily. She's looking in my direction but when she speaks it's almost like she's looking straight through me and it makes me feel a bit uneasy. I smile anyway to seem unbothered. "I came to find you everyone is heading to dinner,"

"Ok, Jane can come sit with us," He looks down at me "If that's alright with you? If you don't want to I can bring you back." the thought of going back to my empty lonely room sounds miserable.

"I'll come" and Finnicks smile widens. I feel a nervousness come over me as we make out way into the elevator. 'how many more people do I have to meet?' but I keep my mouth shut as we head for the dining hall. The room is filled with hundreds of people. Family, friends, children, and the stray one or two people sitting alone. As we enter everyone goes silent. I look up at Finnick but he is looking down at me apologetically. I realize they're not staring at my beautiful savior but they're staring at the sad broken and beaten POW he rescued. I look down at my hand and refuse to make eye contact with any of these people. Finnick pushes forward ignoring the onlookers. He directs me over to a table where three people sit. "Guys this is 'Jane' I thought I'd bring her up here to have dinner with us," the group nods in greeting " Jane this is Joanna Mason," he indicates the woman with short spiky black hair and green eyes she nods at me "You met Haymitch," I direct my attention the familiar face. He still looks sickly but he is no longer shaking.

"How you feeling?" he asks

"better," the corner of his lip twitches up into a smile

"And this is Peeta Malark," I freeze. I feel me the blood pounding behind my eyes. My eyes move to the young man to my right with blond hair and blue eyes. He smiles at me warmly, but all I see is red. I feel my body beginning to react. Flashes of memories swim into view. Being submerged, being tortured and abused.I feel the burn in my lungs from lack of air. I feel the pain from the beatings. I hear Hearts voice screaming in my head "Peeta Malark! Who is Peeta Malark?" My body is shaking so violently. I have no perception of the present all I know is that it is this man's fault for everything. I was stuck in the capital because of him. I am not aware of Finnicks hand on my shoulder or his words of concern. I only feel hate and anger and rage, and a slight twinge of fear for the man whos crystal blue is are locked on mine. Worry is written across his face.

Before I know what I'm doing I've thrown myself out of the wheelchair at him. My hands try and wrap around his neck but the cast on my hand makes it too difficult. I don't know where this energy to attack comes from, but all I can feel is the desire to hurt him to make him feel what he made me feel. Even though I'm so little compared to him he doesn't expect the attack and he falls back off the bench I land on top of him and claw and punch at every part of him that I can reach. "It was you!" I scream "It's because of you!" Hot think tears are streaming down my face "they were torturing me because of you! You son of a bitch!" I continue to inflict as much damage as possible until hands wrap around me and they pull me off of him, but not before I get a few good kicks in with my good foot. "I'll kill you" I scream, as I'm dragged away "I'll kill you for what you did to me". He stares at me in complete confusion from the floor a few cuts on his face along with a bruise forming on his cheek.

I continue to scream, and eventually, succumb to sobs as I'm dragged down hallways. Eventually, we make it back to the Hospital and I lay on my bed laying on my back staring at the ceiling. It's because of him that they were torturing me I know it. If it wasn't for him then I wouldn't be here. I would know who I was and where I am from and would not have been put through all this. I don't know what it was but he was the reason for me being in the Capital and I intend to make him pay.

Hi guys! I would like to say thank you to anyone who has taken the time to read this. It's something i've been wanting to put together for a while and finally have gotten the courage to do. I know I'm not the most amazing writer and my chapters have been kinda short I plan on working on that. I just hope you guys enjoy this and I would appreciate any suggestions or critiques.