Hijacked - The Hunger Games

Chapter 6|The propaganda

I see Peeta. He is somewhere with a lot of rubble. I think it's district thirteen.
That's when he starts to speak.
"As you all know, I'm Peeta Mellark. I am standing here today, as the symbol of the rebellion, the Mockingjay. After Katniss shot the arrow, the Capitol came in and bombed district twelve, as you can see."
The Capitol came in and bombed district twelve.
My home.
Prim and Mom and Peeta's family and Gale.
"Nine hundred people made it out alive. They escaped and ran off to district thirteen.
My family did not survive. My old home was destroyed. So many people died. So many. Nine hundred fifty out of ten thousand survived."
My heart stops. I start to think about all of the people that have been killed by the Capitol.
And it's all my fault.
I thought district thirteen was just all rubble. I remember my conversation with Bonnie and Twill. They knew district thirteen was still alive and well. Because the Mockingjay in the picture was always there, no matter how many times they showed it on television.
"Katniss, if you are watching this, I want you to know that your family is alive. Prim and your mother are safe. I just wish you were."
Sobs rack my body. I want Peeta back. I really do.
I want his strong arms, I want to see those blue eyes that I get lost in, I want to smell the sweet aroma of cinnamon that he carries. I want him back.
"And Katniss, one more thing. Remember who the real enemy is." He raises his three middle fingers up in the air, whistling Rue's four note song.
That's when the cameras shift past Peeta.
Over the hill, I can see skeletons. The justice building, burned down to the ground.
Over in the distance, I can see a beautiful sunrise. Peeta's favorite color filling the sky.
Not even that can make me happy.
Nothing about this moment makes me feel warm.
Remember who the real enemy is.
Haymitch's words in the quarter quell. The words that saved my life. The words that got me to trust Finnick. The words that motivated me to shoot that arrow through the forcefield, through the heart of the Capitol.
Haymitch.
Finnick.
Prim.
Rue.
Peeta.
Gale.
Mags.
Beetee.
Johanna.
Effie.
Cinna.
Father.
Mother.
All these names start to fill my head, taking control of me.
Dead or alive, these are all the people I have ever loved. All the people I have ever cared about.
I look over my shoulder and see Finnick's reaction.
He is sobbing. He keeps repeating the name, "Annie."
"I'm sure she's alright, Finnick." I reassure him.
Oh, how it hurts to speak.
How much pain I feel when I open my mouth.
I start thinking about Peeta. What a hard life he has had.
His mother beating him. Getting reaped. Figuring out I was acting the whole time. Getting reaped again. Being forced to marry me even though it wasn't real. Finding out his whole family is dead.
When I realized I loved him, it was too late.
In the arena, it's always to late.
You can never turn back. You can never change your life. Because your life is theirs.
Once you step up on the stage, you are playing the game.
And I just realized something.
All of us are still playing the game.
Hey peeps! I was wondering if I should do Peeta's pov for the next chapter or nah. You're welcome for updating! Bye!🏹🍞