"Are you ok?" shrieks Skylar running over to me as I'm brutally thrown back into the cell. I try to nod my head but as soon as I do pain overtakes me and I let out a whimper. "Why?" I gasp trying to keep my breathing steady as the room begins to spin around me. "They're never going to stop" Skylar whispers "every time they make it better they'll do more tests, they want us to win, they're just as messed up as the Capitol." Tears streak down my face I want Cato, but I can't have him. The thought of him in district 2 with girls fawning over him causes just as much pain as my aching body. I curl up into a tight ball wincing at the pain and I soon fall into a deep sleep, Skylar singing a soft lullaby beside me.
I have twisted dreams that night. I start off in a clearing with Cato then out of nowhere all the dead tributes are there screaming at me trying to kill me for winning. Then Cato's face merges into the fat lab man and he begins to torture me, then suddenly it's not me being tortured its Skylar then Cato. I awaken screaming drenched in sweat. There is a sharp jab in my arm and I look up to see to bodyguards looming over me "No" I scream as one picks me up and carries me back to that dreaded room. I'm once again tied down and this time the fat one picks up a knife. Wires are quickly attached to me, I wiggle and kick trying to get them off me but it's no use. I close my eyes as the lab assistant drags the knife across my shoulder, I try not to scream but then he pushes it deeply in hitting my bone, and I let out a high pitched scream. He continues to cut through me and I scream every time the pain is unbearable. After a few hours of this they all rush out and a young girl walks through the door. I stare at her waiting for more pain but she does nothing but stare at me. Then she walks to a small cabinet pulling out several items and I close my eyes waiting, I feel a small sting on my shoulder and I look down to see the girl rubbing some gel onto my shoulder. I watch in amazement as the cut heals and disappears not a mark left. She smiles at me and my mouth drops open in shock. I recognize her from the newspaper, 2 years ago at the age of 15 she had disappeared; everyone suspected that she had run away and that the Capitol had caught her and killed her. Seeing people that are supposed to be gone makes me wonder who else is locked up in here. After the girl finishes on my cuts she unstraps me and leads me back to my cell.
Months pass in the cell, the lab people still experiment on me and the pain only ever gets worse. They do all kinds of things from putting me in an icy room to breaking my bones. Now I lay on my back in the cell, Skylar is on the bench sleeping and the room is silent except for her soft snores. The door burst open and I brace myself for whatever will come next. The fat lab guy strides in and grabs my arm in an iron grip; he tugs me up and pulls me out of the room along a corridor. But instead of heading right to the testing room he turns left and shoves me inside a small lounge room. He pushes me onto an armchair and locks the door behind him using a fingerprint scanner. He smiles cruelly at me before beginning to speak "you've been here for 3 months" he says casually pouring himself a cup of tea "which means" he adds "it's time for the victory tour" he gulps down the cup and pours another one. "I'm guessing you want to go" he notes smirking at me over the rim of his cup and I raise my eyebrows confused at where this conversation is going. "We have granted you permission to, err, attend this, event" he says not bothering to keep the disgust out of his voice. "Now," he put his cup aside and leant forward on his chair so that his face was inches from mine and I could smell his nasty breath. "All the people in district 8 think you are still here in the orphanage, and all the people in the orphanage think you're in district 8, so whomever you talk to you tell them you were in the orphanage, are we clear?" he demands. "Yes" I whisper nodding unable to believe that I'm finally leaving this hell hole. The flat bloke stands up and paces around the room "you tell no one about what happened in here" he says "and if you do we may enjoy conducting some similar testing on that fellow victor of yours" he says smirking at me over his shoulder and I glare at him butterflies rushing to my stomach at the thought of Cato. "Oh, and once you arrive back here everything will continue as per usual" he lets out a cruel laugh, grabs me by the arm, swipes his finger on a small screen unlocking the door then he pulls me from the room.
Ok so that was terrible, but i had no idea what to write and that was like the first thing that came to me so yeah, i promise the next one will be better :)