Hijacked - The Hunger Games

Chapter 4|Tracker jacker venom

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I have several nightmares about Peeta. He just keeps dying and dying in so many ways. I didn't know people could be killed in such a way.
I want to be held in his strong arms. I want his soothing words to comfort me. I want to be out of this place.
I am knocked out by some gas. When I wake up, I am on some sort of metal table. There are straps holding me down.
Doctors inject some kind of liquid into my arm, and it stings. A lot. I scream out in pain, but they just smack me across the face.
That's when the images pop up.
Peeta has a knife. He is trying to stab me with it.
And then another image. Peeta choking Prim.
This can't be happening.
These are not real. This is not real. I try to remind myself, but it doesn't help. I just watch the images flash by. I want to say that they aren't real, but some unknown urge is telling me not to.
"Ms. Everdeen," I hear Snow say as he walks into the room.
"Everything that comes out of Peeta Mellark's mouth is a lie. Never believe him. You cannot trust him. He attempted to kill you and your family. He never loved you. He always wanted you to leave him alone. He was in love with another girl, Delly Cartwright. You remember her, don't you? The girl who Peeta thought was more likable, nice, and beautiful."
I believe this. It's all so true. I can remember what happened.
"Peeta is a mutation. He is a weapon designed to kill you and everything you love. He is a liar. A traitor. An enemy."
Peeta is a mutt. He's a stinking mutt! Why did I ever trust him! I can feel anger boil up inside me.
"He tried to kill my family!" I scream. "He's a monster! He's a mutt! He never loved me! Why did I trust him!" I am thrashing around. I hate Peeta. I am going to kill him.
I am thrown back into my cell. I start to have these flashbacks, these visions, of my life.
The first one is Peeta kissing a girl. She has blonde hair, and I think it is Delly.
The second is Peeta, with a sword to my throat.
The third one is strange. It's Peeta, in the rain. He has a burned loaf of bread in his hand.
He looks around, as if making sure the coast is clear.
And he does something very strange.
He throws me the loaf of bread. I remember feeding it to Prim and my mother, I remember surviving a week off of that bread. I remember the first dandelion of spring, the dandelion that gave me hope. And I remember Peeta showing up to school that day with bruises on his face. He took a beating for me.
That's when I notice something about these memories. The bread one, it was different. It seemed like actual life. They seemed real.
The other ones, however, were shiny. They seemed like they had been artificial. Glossed over.
Not real.