My name is Peeta Mellark.
I am from District 12.
I grew up in a baker's shop.
The Avox died because of me.
The game is never over.
The odds are never in our favor.
The trip to wherever we've wound up seemed the longest ever. Mostly because being drug along the way I was did nothing for my arm. The throbbing worked it's way into my brain. I doubt the guards cared if they noticed. I wasn't exactly quiet before they extracted me. Now I'm just exhausted but my brain won't shut off.
I think my emotional state is the topic of conversation, between the people in the room. The guards were directed to strap me to this bed, which they did and then left. In among the various layers there seems to be a debate of it something needs to be done now or later. Someone comes over and looks me up and down. Then they notice my wrist. They poke at it. I make noise.
There's some comment about birds and I'm jabbed with a needle.
I no longer care about my wrist because my whole world is on fire. It's burning over my skin, and my skin is blistering. Monkeys howling and my body heavy as I hear her voice, "the water-the water helps!"
Dragging myself, Finnick along side. We pull down into the pool, feeling the welts and the poison from them leeching into the water. It's not...
"We have to go. We can't stay, there'll be monkeys..."
"We need to rest, Peeta."
"No. No. I feel like."
"You're not making any sense. You just got electrocuted."
"No, but-but this place is a clock-Wiress-but this is wrong..." this is wrong. I'm not here, I can't...and then it's cold, so cold, and I can feel my breath being stolen away, as someone pulls me from behind trying to hold me under the water, and then I'm slammed into the oven in the back of the bakery Mom's voice yelling at me for wasting bread. Reminding me how worthless I am at doing these things, at keeping an eye on the shop. My mother pointing out that 12 might have a victor, reminding me that they'll never see me again.
Just don't die in some embarrassing way.
It's all jumbled.
The town shaking from the force of the mine explosion, coughing on the clouds of ash and smoke in the air. The fog burning my skin, climbing up under the wet suit, the tingling all over my body from the shock of the force field, from the shock of the tazers when they put me down for fighting the guard over Lavinia.
Lavinia screaming as she was shocked.
Lavinia screaming.
Katniss calling my name.
Lavinia screaming.
My mother screaming at me.
Lavinia.
My mother.
Katniss.
Lavinia.
My mother.
Katniss.
It's too loud.
It's too loud.
It's too loud.