Johanna Mason
The. Capitol. Stole. Us. Katniss, me, Enobaria… we're screwed. Every night I listen to Katniss' wails… and I think about my sister… but I think she's long gone now. Everyone's gone, I tell myself. Everyone's been gone for a while. It's comforting, knowing that my being here isn't hurting anyone. No one is suffering because of my current situation. But Katniss… it's torture listening to her every night, bawling, bawling for Peeta, Prim, and Mom… anyone she knows. All I can make out sometimes is '!' and it can really be torture.
Enough about Katniss. She's beginning to tick me off, but at the same time I know her pain, feel for her, which only brings me closer to her.
Enobaria is crazy. Stark Raving Mad. She enjoys screaming and gripping at the bars of these "cages" we're being held in. I know she tries to do it in secrecy, but she has a habit of gnawing on her knuckles, and it's impossible not to see the blood stains on her knuckles, even though the disgusting part is that she licks it up afterwards. In fact, I even saw her nibbling on the bars of her cage once.
Enobaria has her own cell. Guess the Capitol figured out what a danger she is, so she's across from us. Us. Meaning Katniss and I. We're kind of stranded, but I hear other whimpers throughout the day and I know there are more people than us in here. Who'd have guessed?
The cells are bare, with a rusty, grimy, metal toilet and a simple bed frame with threadbare sheets and no pillows. Nothing else. We're underground. I know this because a. we had to go down a couple flights of stairs, though blindfolded to get here, b. because it's always very dimly lit, and c. there are no windows.
They're starving us. I know it, because I can stick my hands completely around my middle. Completely; no gaps at all. No one should be able to do that. That's disgusting. Katniss can do it too. We tried it one day, out of pure boredom. It freaked both of us out.
The lack of food is slowly beating us up. Our cells aren't getting the protein they need, so our skin has inhabited a yellowish tint and I'm bruising so easily. I'll literally brush my hand against the bed and wake up to find a large blackish-purple spot on my palm. I can't even sit anymore because I get such horrible bruises on my butt.
The broadcasts are even worse. I don't have to be in them, only have to watch, but I can't imagine what it's like for Katniss. Having to address your loved one directly with your hair falling out on the spot, while knowing you can never get to them. Like I said before, I can really feel for her.
THE. CAPITOL. IS. TORTURE.
Buttercup
My eyes wander, scanning the dimly lit area around me.
Meowing, I nudge a red material with my nose before something crawls out from underneath it and scurries away.
I jump back, hissing and arching my back.
After a few moments, the world is silent around me again.
Meowing again, I head towards my home where the girl with the grey eyes and braid always has food for me.
Once I reach the place where my home sits, I wail.
Instead of my home is a pile of debris.
Cautiously I make my way over; soft meows coming out of my mouth.
Again, I nudge the material and debris with my nose but the only sound is something moving to the side.
I carefully walk around the perimeter, sniffing everything every once and a while but get no sign of the girl with grey eyes and braid.
I hiss, angered at the girl.
She is always here, and now she's not.
Again, I make my way over to Prim's new house; which I despise.
The memory of Prim fills my head, and my whole world brightens at the thought until I reach the new house.
My eyes scan the house until I find an open window on the first floor.
I easily jump up and enter the house, the faint smell of food still in the air.
Something's off though, something doesn't feel right.
I slowly make my way over to the big room up front with couches and a big screen.
Finally it clicks.
It's empty.
The whole house is empty, with not a soul in it.
But if my home is gone and Prim isn't here, then where is she?
I meow, like I did when I was a kitten, looking around the dark room.
Shadows are cast across the walls and floor, making me feel unsecure without Prim by my side.
When it was dark Prim would always comfort me; she knows I don't like to be alone at night.
I wail, blinking my eyes and thinking back to when I was a kitten and so vulnerable.
Prim, save me.
Girl with the braid and grey eyes, save me.
Boy that hangs out with grey eyes, save me.
Prim's mom, save me.
Someone, save me.
A/N: So thank you guys so much for staying with this story or joining it in the first place! It really means so much to us! Anyways, Take Life's Chances wrote Buttercup's POV and I wrote Johanna. Hope you guys like!