Chapter 8

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I want to scream. But I can't. It's like I'm frozen from fear. I only feel pain, they stick needles in my left forearm. I see memories of me and Katniss, but they seem different then when I remembered. Shiny.

It feels like I'm going to pass out from all the pain, It feels like my blood boiling. My head is pounding like a drum and I can't form a coherent thought in my mine. I open my eyes, but every thing has changed. My mind is screaming at me, like one is kind and quiet while the other is pure angry and wont keep his thoughts in.

I see things differently now. Then I realize it. How crazy I really am. I'm yanked up: by of course the stupid guard. But something weird happens like I have no control of myself. I yell at him. "Hey, watch it!" I snap angrily. He slaps me across the face and kicks my shin. I yelp in pain. "That will teach him." I feel even more anger boiling up in my and I struggle toget free. Both guards run over and practicality drag me to me cell. They starp me down, hard. I can't even move.

I groan and begin struggling, though, it's pointless. I sigh in defeat, turning my head to slump on the cot. Then I scream. I scream for Johanna. I scream for Finnick. I scream for Katniss. I scream for me.

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