AN: There might be spelling mistakes in this chapter because my dad kept nagging me to hurry up, so I was rushing. The poll is now closed and I am happy to announce that President Snow is… find out in this chapter.
Katniss
When I wake up I feel exhausted and sick. I try to lift my head but it feels so heavy that all I can do is groan at the pain. I feel like someone has hit me on the head with a rock or something heavy.
I try to remember what happened. I search my mind for all the memories I had for the last time I was awake. They come back like a blow to the brain, making my head hurt even more.
I can remember now: me strangling Snow after he threatened to take my baby, the Peacekeepers dragging me off of him and a man trying to resuscitate the President.
I bolt upright at the possibility of Snow being dead- or I try to, anyway. Something is stopping me and it's not my head this time. I lift me head a little and look at the rest of my body to find that restraints are holding me down.
There is one just below my breasts, one on each of my wrists, another on each of my thighs and more on my ankles. Oh god. Does this mean Snow is alive and that this is his way of torturing me?
I glance at my bump to find that it's flat- like nothing is there. I use all my strength to let out a deafening scream. Snow has taken my baby. He's going to make my child turn against me.
I fight with all my fight and try to get out of the restraints. I only stop screaming when a Peacekeeper marches into the room. "What has he done with me baby? Where is he?" I yell.
"Your baby is alive and well, Mrs. Mellark," the man explains in a bored voice.
"Where is he? Why is he out of me so early?" I ask, still fighting against the restraints.
"Calm down, Mrs. Mellark and we'll let you see your son. You murdered President Snow that is why you're being restrained. You'll stay in this room while you're on trial. The Gamemakers will determine whether you're guilty or not. As for your baby, we thought it would be best if we gave him the drugs to make him grow quicker. We cut him out of you three weeks ago," the man mumbles.
My eyes widen. "How long was I asleep for?"
"Two months." Two months. I was practically dead to the world for so long. No wonder I feel stiff and achy.
"Why so long?" I question.
"It was easier. No ones knows what to do with you so they put you in a coma. They'll announce if you're guilty or not tonight that's why you're awake."
I sit in silence as the news sinks in. I've been in a coma for two months. My son was born three weeks ago. I'm here in this room all alone and- I gasp. "Cinna," I mutter.
"Your stylist is also alive. He's next door," the man says.
"Can I see him? What about my baby? Can I see him, too?" I beg. I hate sounding so weak but I won't be able to settle if I don't see him.
The man looks hesitant but finally gives in. "Fine but you won't be able to touch him."
"What? Why?" I yell.
"Because you killed the President. Doctors have labelled you mentally unstable," the man says.
"You are the crazy one. I'd never hurt my son. And I'm not mentally unstable!" I start fighting against the restraints again.
"Calm down, Mrs. Mellark."
"Not until you let me out of these things. I want my baby and I want to see Cinna, too," I order.
"You'll have to stop fighting before I let you see any of them," the man says. I stop fighting and huff.
"Just let me see them." With that the man leaves.
As soon as the door closes behind him I squeeze my eyes shut. This has to be a terrible dream. For two months I've been asleep. What's happening in District 13? Does my family miss me? Has Peeta forgiven me? Are they going to come save me? And if yes, why haven't they already?
I feel abandoned, like no one cares about me. I start thinking of reasons why Peeta hasn't come after me. Maybe he's hurt. Maybe whoever's in charge in 13 won't let him come. Maybe everyone's forgot about me. Maybe they all think I'm dead…
Hope
I pace back and forth in my small compartment. I think I'm going to go crazy. Two months! It's been two months since I was rescued, since Jesse and I was taken to 13. It's horrible here. I feel like an animal trapped in a cage.
We have schedules on our arms but I don't pay attention to mine. All I do is pace back and forth, trying to think of ways to save mom and Cinna. Bad thoughts always come to mind. What if Snow has killed her? What if she's been messed with? What if she's being tortured? What about the baby? Is he alive?
A knock on the door brings me out of my thoughts. "Come in," I yell and the door opens. Jesse walks in and moves until he's right in front of me.
"Coin is ordering a meeting," he whispers. "She thinks your dad has trained enough to go to the Capitol."
"What about me? Can't I go with them?" I ask, looking into Jesse's green eyes.
"You would've had a chance of coming if you'd done what was on your schedule," he tells me softly.
I look down, guiltily. I should've done as I was instructed. Now I can't go to the Capitol to save mom.
"Who's going?" I whisper.
"Your dad, Haymitch, some guy called Gale Hawthorne, Boggs, Finnick and me," he says. My eyes widen.
"You? You can't go. You can't leave me," I beg.
"Hope, it's only for a few days," he says, wrapping his arms around me.
"But I won't be able to stand it if you got hurt again," I whisper.
"I'll be fine, I promise. Just think, once this is all over we'll all be safe. Snow will be dead and someone else will be President. We just have to be patient. Now, come on, Coin is waiting."
He takes my hand and leaves me out of my room, down the hall and into Coins office.
President Alma Coin is the leader of District Thirteen. She is in her 50's, I guess, and has grey hair and eyes of the same colour. I don't like her. I think it's the fact that she has made us wait so long before agreeing to go after mom and Cinna.
We walk into the office and I sit down next to my dad, silently. Jesse takes the seat beside me. The other people in the room include; my dad, a man with dark hair and grey eyes- I think he might be that Gale guy, Boggs, Finnick, Plutarch, Haymitch, Annie and Finnick Junior.
"It's nice of you to finally join us," Coin says. I guess that means we were the last to arrive.
"Thank you," I say, cheekily, earning myself a stern look from dad.
I notice his eyes are red from lack of sleep, his hair is greasy and he's lost a lot of weight. He's been so worried about mom and it's obvious that he still hasn't forgiven himself for letting her go.
Coin asked me a few months ago if I would be the 'Little Mockingjay.' It had angered me when she called me that since my family members often called me by that and I'd said no. Let's just say Coin doesn't like being told no.
"What is the reason for this meeting?" I ask, glaring at the older woman.
"A spy that has been in the Capitol for years paced on a message last night- an important one. He has been disguised as a Peacekeeper and has been working undercover as Snow's guard for years," she explains.
I sit up straighter, this sounds important.
"He told us that your mom is alive and so is the baby and Cinna," she adds.
Happy tears well up in my eyes and I squeeze my dad's hand. "Is she okay? Is she hurt?" my dad asks, worriedly.
"She's being restrained," Coin says.
My blurry eyes widen. "Why? What way is Snow torturing her?"
"Snow isn't torturing her, child." I'm not exactly a child, I want to say but decide to keep my mouth shut.
"Then what is he doing?" I snap, getting frustrated. Jesse rubs my back to calm down. It works and I sigh.
"Nothing," she grins. Is this woman crazy? Why can't she tell us what's going on without stalling?
"Your mom is on trial… for murdering the President."
AN: Okay, so you know Snow is dead and that Katniss has been in a coma for a while. This is more of a filler chapter. Next chapter Katniss is going to find out if she's guilty or not.
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