A/N so my new story is up! If She Only Knew. Go read it! I'm going to go in depth with Peeta's hijacking in this chapter, Hope you like chapter 13!
Real or Not Real? By Olivia Isbill
Chapter 13
Peeta POV
"Always." I whisper to her. She lies back down and I sit next to her. Still holding onto her hand. I stroke her hair. I do this kind of a lot. But she's perfectly fine with it. Then I remember we have to go back to the doctor's tomorrow. They have to check up on the baby. It's already 3 weeks along now. So almost eight months until I can hold our baby.
While she lays there, I get to think. I haven't gone all "mutt" since the woods that was only a week ago. I never remember anything after I go crazy, those Capitol memories start to fill my head and I black out, I don't remember anything else. I remember being at the Capitol in a room. It was like a cell. Just four walls, a door and a cot for me to sleep on. I could barely ever sleep. There were always screams. I could hear Annie, or Johanna. But When the Peacekeepers came in to take me; I was scared out of my mind. They would take me to another room, almost exactly like my cell. Except a chair sat in the middle. They would strap me to the chair and ask me all sorts of questions. When they didn't like my answer I was blasted with volts of electricity. It felt like I was being interrogated. I kind of was, but I got electricity sent through me if they didn't like my answer. Another way they tortured me was when they would whip me. I would be taken into another cell-like room and they would push me on my knees. Then they would just whip my back, over and over. Screams of pain poured out of my mouth and I had scars all over my back. Then the videos. They distorted footage of me and Katniss. Once she would be trying to kill me during the games, during the victory tour. Where ever they could twist her words to make her seem like a horrible person, they would. Then the days in district 13, they were horrendous too. I would be so scared the nurses would inject me with tracker jacker venom, or some kind of poison. I would scream and yell and my wrists probably have less skin on them than any other piece of skin on me. Those wrist restraints were terrible. I felt like an animal, because I kind of was. I would freak out on a rampage, and no one could calm me down. Except for Katniss, but even sometimes she couldn't even do that.
I feel like sometimes I get to much sympathy from people, just because I got hijacked. It's not like I have cancer or something. Except I wish people didn't give me sympathy because of it. How do I know that they really felt however they did? How do I know they aren't acting like that because they feel sorry for me? I don't know. And I might not ever know.
Thinking about being hijacked makes me think of my mother. She would beat me and my brothers. When I gave Katniss the bread she beat me. Not because of that, but because I burned her bread. Sometimes I thought she liked business more than she liked me. This was probably true. My mother might look like any other mean lady, but she was much stronger than she looked. She would beat up on all of my brothers, and even my father. She left praises on us, and I would have to make up an excuse at school the next day. I would usually just tell them I was messing around with my brothers, but people got suspicious I bet.
Except I hated being hijacked. I never would know if or when I was going to just flip out and attack someone. I hated what the capitol had done to me. They really messed me up. But I don't need any medication now, or therapy or anything. I'm perfectly healthy and fine.
Let's just hope It stays that way.
Thanks guys! Sorry for a short chapter, I have two stories to write now! I apologize if you hate my story): I hoped you liked this chapter though! Review! And tell me what you think should happen next!