Hola, mi amigos! I hoped you liked chapter one. I just want you all to know that every chapter will not be that short. It's just because that was kinda like the intro.
Here is chapter 2!
Katniss POV
They take me to a room that by now I am very familiar with. I stopped counting after ten days of how long I have been here, but I am in this room quite a bit. The walls are white, there is no window, there is a mirror, (which I'm pretty sure is one-way), a metal table in the middle of the room, and there are two chairs on either side of the table. One of the chairs has handcuffs attached to the armrests and legs. That one is mine.
They typically secure me in my chair, and leave me alone in the room for about an hour before they come back in. I always hated that hour alone the most. It's then that my thoughts start to creep up on me.
I don't know what is happening outside. I know that district twelve was bombed, and that my family and Gale didn't get out in time. It is usually the most pressing thought I have. Then there's Peeta. I don't know if he got out, but I like to think he did. I like to think that Haymitch kept his promise and kept him alive. It is for him that I keep fighting.
I know it isn't likely that he got out, but I don't think about that because if I did, there is no way that I wouldn't completely break. Nobody has told me anything about him, mostly because I haven't asked. I didn't ask about my family either, Snow told me in hopes that I'd give in, thinking that I had nothing left to hold on too. But he's wrong, I have Peeta.
Peeta POV
I don't know how many days have passed since I was taken out of the arena. People are constantly in and out of my room. It makes it hard to sleep, which is all I want to do because they keep me on pain killers. It's funny that all I want to do is sleep though, since whenever I sleep, all I do is have nightmares.
Most of them are about the arena, but that's normal, I've been having those since the first time I participated in the games. I also dream of Katniss, those are the worst dreams. In those dreams I always watch her her die. Back in 12 or the tributes housing in the Capitol it was easier to cope with those dreams because whenever I woke up, I had the comfort of her being there, reminding me that it was just a dream. But here, I have no idea what has happened to her.
With the little conversations that I can pick up on as I fall in and out of consciousness are always about us. Or how I'll react when I find out about what happened her, and the lack of knowledge, of her whereabouts.
Every time I wake up, I try to pull my mind out the fog that seems to never leave. But every time I get close to the edge, it pulls me back in, back into my nightmares of losing the only women I had ever loved.
This time though, I am able to open my eyes. I think it was the discussion going on at the end of my bed that made my mind plunge out of the fog and into anything worse than my nightmares. Because this is real, not my subconscious.
Gale and Haymitch were standing at the end of my bed. Gale's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he hadn't slept in days. Haymitch looked...well, like Haymitch. Only more grief stricken.
"What's going on?" I was able to get out through the sandpaper that's residence in my throat.
They both turned to look at me, surprise in their eyes, but also relief in Haymitch's. "It's about time," Haymitch said, rather bitterly, "we were just arranging Katniss' funeral."
Katniss POV
"MIss. Everdeen, you do realize that you're life would be so much easier if you just cooperated and told us what you know about the rebellion?" The Peacekeepers have been interrogating me for hours. It's always the same to. I named them Vulture 1 and Vulture 2.
I spit in Vulture 2's face, the most reaction that they ever get out of me, considering I haven't spoken one word since waking up here. The Vultures get tired of my resistance in start beating me about two hours later.
They're on good behavior today though because Snow and his colleagues sit behind him in front of the mirror. Vulture 1 smacks me across the face, causing me to spit out blood onto the floor.
"Enough." Snow says calmly from the other side of the room. "I'll take it from here."
The Vultures looked disappointed, but nodded and took positions behind me. Snow gets up and walks over to my side of the table and sides on it.
"Katniss," He nearly breathes. "There is no reason for you to be withholding information from us. There is no one you need to protect, your family and friends are all dead, there is no one to threaten to made you cooperate with us. So just help us, and I will make sure that you are very comfortable here." I looked up at him, he had what I figured was supposed to be his warmest smile, but looked out of place on his face.
When I spoke I was surprised that my voice was strong, and unwavering. But it didn't sound like mine. "No one to protect? What about Peeta?"
Something that looked like disbelief came across his face. "Oh dear child," He said, pausing. "Peeta died when the arena collapsed."
And for the first time since arriving in the Capitol, I cried.
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