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I shakily stand up. I take note of the fact that I'm in a cell. A cramped, small cell, I hear weeping from the cell next to me. A weeping I know. It sounds so familiar. I listen closely trying to place the sound of the crying. I try to ignore it. I try to tell myself that I'm imagining something. That I don't know anyone in this wet, horrible, prison. I pace back and forth, trying to think of why I would be put here. I run my fingers through my hair and I finally cuddle up into the corner and fall asleep.
I have a nightmare. I have a nightmare of President Snow haunting me, with his Rose and blood scented breath. They're peacekeepers attacking us, pods exploding everywhere, tortured screams of Gale, Peeta, Finnick Odaire, Rue, Prim, my mom. I see the death of Prim play out in front of my eyes over and over again. My own son, Finnick, andmy daughter, Rue, screaming for me, crying. I see Peeta in his state when he was hijacked. When he thought I was a mutt. His fingers enclosing around my throat, trying to kill me. I see District 12, my home, being destroyed. I wake up with a start, my eyes searching the room for the attacker. I try to imagine Peeta and his tan, strong arms around me. His warmth radiating off his body onto mine. I close my eyes, willing myself not to cry. Peeta? Peeta. Peeta! That's who was crying!
"Peeta!" I say my voice strangled and scratchy. How long was I out? I hear scuffling. Then a voice I've known for so long.
"Katniss?" He whispers back and I almost cry in relief.
"What are we doing here?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper, still scratchy and rough.
"Peacekeepers are starting an age group of 8-13 year olds to put into a new arena. They're putting Rue in the Hunger Games." My world stops.