Here's the next chapter! Enjoy! I do not own Mockingjay.

Ch. 21

The room they gave me wasn't big by any means. A bed in the corner, a door to the bathroom on the other side, and a small dresser over on the side. It was bigger than the hospital room and more private. I fell in love with the privacy the second I walked in, but it was dark. There weren't windows; the only mirror was in the bathroom. I couldn't wake up to the sun streaming in my window, which I didn't have in the hospital, but it would be nice.

I've realized, living in this room now, that home was more unreachable than ever. It's harder to get home now than it was being in the games. It's nearly impossible and scares me. More than the thought of not having my family, more than the thought of people hating me because of what the Capitol did, more than the thought of dying without cause. If I don't have my home, then who am I?

I didn't have a stamped schedule on my arm like everyone else; I wore my heavy bracelet at all times and another small white one around my other wrist. I can do whatever I want, which isn't much fun seeing that no one really talks to me. I usually stay in my room most of the day, but today they say I have a meeting.

I work my shoes on that they gave to me. They don't fit right, the heel is really warned down and my toes almost poke out through the front, they said I had to take what ever they gave me. The clothes are dull just like the people. My doctor, that stuck to his clipboard a lot, might be one of the most interesting people in the whole place. I like to think that maybe they have some sense of humor. Maybe I scare them too much.

One of the guards that watched over me when I went to the dining hall that first time walks into my room, come to take me to the meeting. I tried to ask them what it was about, but they wouldn't tell me. I was nervous they were going to move me back into the hospital room. I hadn't had any outburst, but they still might have some reason.

He leads me down long dooming hallways with flickering lights, into an old rickety elevator, down some more hallways until we finally stop in front of a door. He stops and turns around with out a word. I wondered if he had his tongue cut off like they did in the Capitol or if maybe he just didn't like to talk.

I push open the door precautious of what might be behind. I wonder if it's not only the Capitol that is barbaric, but them as well, that maybe they nursed me back to health only to hurt me again.

Instead of a scary torture room staring me down I see the eyes of strangers and one man I do know, Haymitch. And another familiar man that I think I had only seen once before. A lady with grey hair at her shoulders stands at the head of the table, a look of power over her face.

"Peeta." She says and waves me in. Her voice is as dull and monotone as everyone else here and her expressions aren't any better. She wasn't trying to be charming like Snow had tried-and failed-to do. She was in charge and people knew and she didn't have to act nice to do it.

"Sit." She said firmly and I sat because her voice willed me to and not because I wanted to. "Peeta, I'm President Coin." So this is the lady that refused me training. I now understand why my doctor looked so serious.

"Firstly I want to say I wanted to rescue you from the arena first. I felt you would have more power, but then your interviews were confusing. You became a traitor, which is the only reason I don't want to train you." She stared at me seriously, waiting for an answer, but I wasn't sure what to say, so I just stared back.

"She's asking if you're still a traitor." Says Haymitch blatantly. "This is stupid. Of course he isn't, have you seen all he's been through?"

"Must I remind you? You really aren't necessary in this meeting." She gives my old mentor an evil look and looks back to me, "Well, are you?"

I feel frightened to talk as if anything I say will be held against me, one wrong word and I could be killed by her eyes. "I'm not a traitor, I never was. What I can distinguish of my thoughts during then, I only did it to get her back."

"Her?" Coin asks me. Only forcing me to say Katniss's name out loud as if it will do something good for me.

"Katniss. I can also tell you that I want the Capitol defeated. I'm ready to fight." I say. I'm not sure where this strength came from, but Johanna did inspire me to want to do something. I couldn't just sit around anymore, she was right. I had to fight.

I had to have known that the fighting wouldn't stop once I left the arena. I had to have known a revolution was coming. So I do this for my old self, the one that lost his life at the hands of a wicked ruler.

"Yes, but how do we know you won't shoot yourself?" Asks the man that looked vaguely familiar. I think he was a Gamemaker, I wonder why he would be here. I never thought a Capitol person would actually go against their protector.

"What does it matter? If I die you won't lose much. Besides, I promise I won't hurt anyone." I say looking back at the man and giving him a firm, reassuring glance.

"Welcome Soldier Mellark, you'll start training tomorrow." Is all President Coin says before she gathers up her papers and leaves the room.

I thought this would be a long drawn out argument, but it seems they need soldiers and I'm ready to fight.

I am really sorry you guys I didn't mean to take the whole week off, I've been sick and I didn't want to give you some thoughtless chapter written by a sick person. I feel even worse because I can't do another one until Monday probably. I'm really sorry! I don't like being like this! But I'm not giving up!

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