After Mockingjay

Blurred Nights

We sat there like this for ages. The sun was setting before Peeta suggested to go to his house, and I agreed. As we walk back Peeta stops.

"I want our wedding on October 12th," he says.

"That's less than a month away!" I exclaim.

"Then we have a lot to do," he smiles.

The next month goes be In a blur. Preparations, celebrations, and congratulations. The day finally came. My dress came down to the floor. It was cream and had a diamond waist. Tears spilled over my eyes as I walked down the isle. My eyes were glued to Peetas. I didn't listen to a single word. All I thought about how happy I was.

"You may kiss the bride," the priest grinned.

Peeta kissed me. We were married. The whole night I couldn't stop smiling. Me and Peeta danced.

"I love you," he whispers in my ear.

"I love you too," I say not bothering to whisper.

"Hey," Gale says behind me.

"What?" I sigh as I turn to face him.

"I want to say I'm sorry and congrats," he walks away.

I turn to Peeta. He shrugs, and we continue dancing. After the wedding was over my mom and haymitch and Effie came over to do the toasting. After it was over they all left. Me and Peeta just ate our bread and stared into the fire.

"So, what do you want to do?" He asks.

"Go to bed," it's true I was exhausted.

So we did. I was sleeping when a pair of arms grabbed to me and pulled me out of bed. I was blindfolded, gaged and my arms were tied behind my back. I tried to fight but I couldn't. I needle was injected into my arm and I passed out.

I came to in a dark room. It had the smell of mold and unwashed bodies. My blindfold was off, but the duct tape was still on and my hands were still behind my back. I knew it was no use fighting. But I did anyway. Nope. No use.

"Stop moving and let take the tape off our mouth," says an impatient voice.

"Where am I?" I ask when the tape is finally off.

"District 8 ruins," I can tell the voice is male.

"Who are you?" I scowl.

"You don't need to know that," he replies.

"Peetas going to get worried," I struggle to free myself.

"Let him worry, your miles away," he says clearly smiling.

"Well..." I trail off.

Why am I here? What do they want? Where is Peeta?

"What do you want from me?" I ask.

"We need some help." He says.

"With?" I say quizzically.

"Convincing."

"Who?"

"My father."

"Who's he?"

"The mayor of 8."

"What do I need to convince him of?"

"The revolution is over."

"YOU KIDNAPED ME JUST TO SAY THE REVOLUTION IS OVER???"

"Well-"

"That's ridiculous."

So then the man left and the door shut.

"Katniss," says someone in a whisper.

"Yeah Gale?" I sigh.

"He is lying," he says.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Katniss, we are in the Capitol."

I couldn't believe it. I was held captive in the Capitol. Again. It made me feel trapped. Peetas not here though. That's good and bad. I wish I was with him but I'm also glad that the Capitol doesn't have him too. I just want to be untied and the lights need to be turned on.

"Katniss?" Gale whispers.

"Yes?" I'm barley audible.

"I just wanted to let you know that I was not a part in this."

"I wouldn't have thought you were."

"Well, just if you thought that."

"Ok Gale."

The door opens and a woman walks in. You can hear the click of her high heels on the wooden floor.

"I can let you go if you tell me one thing." She hisses

"What?" I breathe.

She moves in front of me. Her face is in mine. I can feel her breathe.

"You need to tell us where your friend Gale is."

But Gales here! Why do they need Gale. I catch a glimpse of his face in the moonlight. He's shaking his head.

"District 2." I lie.

"Thank you." I was knocked out again.