Chapter 5:
I was so tired after everything that day, my mind was too tired to dream. It was more like I just stood in an endless pool of darkness; One as dark as the Games themselves. I stood there staring at an image of Katniss. I hardly used any part of my mind. Just had an image. And it froze there. Not changing. The exact same.
I stayed in my room for what felt like hours until a tray of lamb stew and orange juice came up next to my bed. I didn't feel hungry and didn't give it a second look. I just paced around my room, taking in every square inch of white brick and plaster wall. I reviewed everything in my head of what happened yesterday. The thought just kept flowing.
I thought of home. Of even though have much I hated my mother, I would give anything to be in her arms right now. I thought of my father and of how he always had that thick mustache on his face. How he always smelled like pita bread after he'd make a fresh batch. How my brothers always came to my wrestling match. How they were always the loudest to cheer me on, even when the Guards gave them filthy looks, as if they would be whipped if they didn't shut the mouths.
I thought of Katniss of how she wore that plaid red skirt- no, I don't think about that despicable, hardly-human being anymore. She does not deserve to be thought of by anyone. That dirty, back stabbing little-
I heard a beeping noise and a small red light bulb flashing above my bed. I looked down and saw my hands were clenched. I must have started to feel to mad and the scesors in my body picked it up. Or maybe the Capitol had just decided I had too much time awake.
Guards ran in along with doctors… which was not the first time this had happened. Actually, it's gotten pretty annoying. I punched one of the guards in the nose. I was so fed up with how all of the Capitol thought they could just control anything and everything. The guard I punched fell back in shock and hit his head on my bed/cot post, falling uncoincess. The other guard came right at me and I did a leg sweep to his left leg, having him come down as had as the other guard.
The doctors had some fear in their pathetic, color contact eyes, but still approached me. A punch here, a kick there. Just when I thought I had finally won over the Capitol, I felt a prick in the inside of my arm. A wave on exhaustion and nausea came over me. I felt so weak I couldn't feel my legs. They buckled under the pressure and I collapsed into a doctors arms.
He dragged me over to my cot, which to my surprise became a gurny in a couple adjustments. The wheeled me down a drab yet modern hallway onto a silver table.
I felt the coolness hit my legs. I felt my leg give a kick as a sudden jolt of energy come over me, but it left as quicky as it came. There was another jab in my left arm and I could practically see the cool venom seeping into my vein.
It filled me with such a pain, I couldn't take it. I had never felt this much pain before, not even when Cato had stabbed my leg. This felt like he had stabbed both of my legs, twice as bad and deep as before (which I don't know is really possible.
I let one final breath of air escape, assuming that a flock of Capitol doctors would be my last view of the world.