Chapter 4:

After about hours of playing back films from the Hunger Games, my first session was over. I decided that Katniss may not have even been a real human. Maybe she was a muttation. Only a muttation could be so vile and destructive. How could she have done all that and not feel an ounce of guilt?

I was escorted back to my room, where the doctors were all over me again. They gave me actual clothes. A pair of long pants, that looked like the ones I wore in the Hunger Games. The pair that I was wearing when I watch Portia sink below me, while my platform raised. That was the last time I saw her.

Along with the pants was a green, cotton T-shirt. I slipped on the clothes. When I finished changing, I was moved to a cell. It was probably more formal than one of the cells for people who hunted illegally or rebelled. Katniss had done both of those things.

With the thought of her, I had an image of her. She was frail and skinny... too skinny. My mother was yelling at her to go away. I was inside the house staring. I was watching her reluctantly move on. She turned around and paused, to see if my mother had had a change of heart, looking to see if my mother would happily invite her into our home. Possibly give her a loaf of fresh crisp bread. Some bread that had just been removed from the oven. Maybe she would have treated her like her own daughter. Invited her to stay with us a while. Invite her family, too. But no. Instead my mother showed her cold heart, and gave no bread. She had no affection or mercy for this girl. But, I had. I had since I was 7. She deserved better. She had a family to take care of, while I had a family to take care of me. So, When I found the perfect piece of bread-a piece someone may have paid 10 dollars instead of 2 for, a piece that could afford to feed my family for a week- I dropped it into the shooting flames of the oven.

I quickly picked it up after it had been burned enough to not sell, but not burned enough to not be able to eat. My mother came in to see me holding the burned bread, and caught her breath. He face went white then red. He hands curled into a ball. Her nose crinkled along with her eyebrows. She started to tremble. You'd have thought I'd just burned all our money. But no, it was just a single roll.

She started to scream. "What did you do?"

I stood and stared. Then I felt the force of her hand before I could see the actual hand its self. I let out a quiet yelp of pain.

She shoved me out the door. "Go feed it to the pigs!"

She turned her back and mumbled something. While she had her back turned, I threw the loaf to Katniss. I only had time to look in her eyes and see the gratitude and disbelief.

Then I shut the door and ran up to my room. I looked in the mirror and saw a huge went on my cheek, slowly spreading to my eye. I sat on the floor replaying what I just did.

The flash back was over. I was back in my cell. It had been a rough day, and I decided to get some shut eye. I sat down on the small cot. I thought of the flash back, comparing with what I had thought of before. When I was about to make my final choice on who was the real Katniss…

…I fell asleep.