Mockingjay If Katniss was Captured

Will Memory Serve Me Right?

Katniss

        I blink and the colors come back to me. The world comes back to me. Reality comes back. I slowly and painfully get up to sitting position not wanting to reopen the stitches that show through my thin hospital gown. I look down at my arm to find that is handcuffed to the bed that I lay upon. The sound of the door opening causes me to turn only to look at the furious face of President Snow. He wears his classic rose on his left pocket, the aroma almost causing me to throw up.

        "Miss. Everdeen do you know how tempted I am to rip you limb from limb right now?" He tells me in a deathly calm voice as if I am testing his patience.

        "I do have some what an idea of how much patience you have, Coriolanus." I say in a mocking tone. Without any notice his hands grab my neck cutting off the air from my lungs. Slowly my surroundings become blurry. All I can hear is sound of my heart monitor going berserk. Right when I am about to pass out from lack of oxygen he lets go taking deep breaths to calm himself.

         All I can hear before I fade into darkness is Snow telling me, "Let the Games begin Miss. Everdeen, let them begin.

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        As I regain consciousness I see I am not in the hospital ward anymore. The wall are white all beside one that is made of glass. To my right lies a series of syringes and to my left lies many knifes neatly arranged by size. I stare ahead to see a blank screen like the one that lies...lied at home. All the memories play through my mind, my dad and I running around laughing, mom cooking at the stove, Prim and I playing in our imaginary words, Gale and I laughing, Haymitch and I talking, and Peeta and I kissing for the cameras. I am brought out of my thoughts by fingers snapping in front of my face bringing my back to my nightmares, reality. Three peacekeepers strap the rest of my body and my head to the chair preventing me from moving even the slightest. Then two people in lab coats start attaching wires all over my face and tape my eyelids open. My eyes start to sting from the air that passes through them with nothing to prevent them from the wind. I feel a pinch in my arm before everything becomes hazy.

        As everything comes into focus images play in front of me. Prim sacrificing herself for me and dieing. Peeta being shot by... me. Gale hanging from a tree with the words "Katniss are you coming to the hanging tree?" Haymitch being strangled by this woman with straight gray hair with not a hair out of place making me want to touch it to see if it was a wig. Prim being shot by me. Prim being chocked to death by me. Peeta again being shot by me. Peeta being beat to death by me. Me joining the capital with everyone by my side, everyone I love, I care about safe. Me standing next to Snow and everyone smiling being happy. Everything becomes hazy and all my memories slowly become mixed into one big fat lie.

        When I again wake up I see I am back in my cell. My head feels as if it is about to burst memories shifted, blurry. I place my head in my hands and scream out loud showing my frustration and hate towards the Capitial, towards myself. I scream until my voice becomes hoarse, then I look down at myself and sink down to the floor. I see fresh cuts and bruises marking my scarred body. Five peacekeepers enter the cell grabbing me and leading me back to the room I passed out in. The same repetition of videos replay causing me to lose what I know, who I am. Will memories serve me right when the time comes.

Authors Note

        Hey guys sorry for the short chapter I have been busy all week and I was going to post yesterday but then I got a piano as an early birthday gift and I have been playing it ever since. My friend Norah and I started talking about the plot of this book and we both have a lot planned for Katniss so if you think Suzzanne Collins is cruel you haven't met me yet *cue evil laughter*. Alright guys comment, recommend, add to your library, and vote because I promise you this is only the beginning. Ciao!