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"What do you mean, they left without us?" I screamed at Gale, like it was his fault. For which I knew very well that it wasn't. "They just woke me up, and said they'd be back shortly." He said looking at me deeply. I knew this whole thing was eerie, but this is not what I expected. "What the hell are we supposed to do?" I yelled in frustration. "Wait, I guess." He muttered, I slammed my fists against the wall. "Yeah, right. That's what I feel like doing." I said, sarcasm dripping.
The moment I sat down, the door to our little room swung open. A short brown haired lady walked in. her face looked pinched, and her eyes narrowed at us. "You!" she pointed at me, "Come with me." She squawked and turned on her heels, and waited for me in the hall. I looked to Gale-who shrugged-and then followed the strange lady. "We found her, but she is dead." She said with no sorrow. I froze, this must not be. "How?" I choked, tears behind my eyes. "Beaten to that way." She chuckled, how can she be so heartless? I frowned, daring to glare at the back of her head. The tears backed up, and anger filled my face. "You're lying." I stated in a cool, but serious tone. "Quite the opposite, Mr. Mellark." She said not bothering to look at me.
I stopped, and she turned to look at me. "You dare to keep lying!" I raised my voice, she glared back at me. "Mr. Mellark, you paid us to find your wife! Not to revive her!" she stated in the same volume. "Well, I still don't believe you. Money may buy your services, but trusting you is a whole other matter!" I shouted, her eyes went wide. "I say." She gasped, but as she suddenly realized my pain she looked to her feet. "I'm sorry sir, but there is nothing we can do. Now, do you wish to see her body?" she asked me gently and I nodded, still unwilling to believe. I followed her into a small, cold, and white room. There was a table, otherwise the room was empty. A body lay on top, I froze.
I crept closer to the table, and the lady unzipped it. I closed my eyes, because I saw brown long hair. How could I look at my lover's lifeless face? Do I dare? I open my eyes, and frown. "This isn't her…this isn't Katniss." I say, holding down a sigh of relief. The lady looked shock, "Oh my goodness. I am so sorry. We must have been mistaken." I looked at her emotionless face. Everything about her seems off. I had this feeling that this entire time she has been lying to me. But all that came to me was, "Clearly, because this is not my wife." She nodded and led me out.
"Dead?" Gale asked, "Yes, but it wasn't her!" I was lead back into the room, where Gale and I were treated like prisoners. I told Gale the entire mishap. He chuckled, and I felt good enough to follow his lead. But it still didn't help us; did they give up looking for her? I sighed, when could I see someone intelligent to answer all my questions?
I could tell it was late at night, for my eyes couldn't stay open. But when the door opened, Gale and I rose to our feet. "We are terribly sorry, Peeta. That whole mess is unforgivable. But we have already started to relocate Katniss. By morning we should at least know where she is." I sighed, it was if they knew it hurt me so much, and wanted it to last. "Thanks, and I forgive you, as long as I get my wife back." He nodded, "now, let me show you to a more comfortable room.' He led us out the door, and we followed gladly, hopefully there would be beds, and food. I wouldn't feel as much as a prisoner than.
But the new room was more like a prison. There was hay on the ground, chains on the wall. And the doors were bars, I hesitated. This was a prison, it smelled of filth, and it was dark. But before we could react, we were thrown into it and the door locked behind us…