Hijack

Poison

I can feel the poison in my veins, strong and hot, destroying what I have left, reshaping memories, forming lies, twisting hope into hate. I can't do anything but watch as if it's all just a detached broadcast, memories turning to lies right before my eyes.

Haymitch being struck down by the Peacekeepers.

No. Haymitch being brutally killed by the rebels of District 13. Peacekeepers coming to save us, too late for Haymitch.

The Peacekeepers are to blame.

No, Katniss. The rebels are to blame.

Mom and Primrose, eyes brimming with tears, but still shining with defiance to their last breath, cut short by the gun of a Peacekeeper.

Mom and Primrose, eyes brimming with tears, but still shining with defiance to their last breath, cut short by the gun of a rebel.

Peeta and I, captured and brought to the Capitol. President Snow sneering. The broken words of people somewhere nearby, that word caught over and over again, "Hijacking, hijacking, hijacking."

I know somewhere in the building the other victors are enduring the same punishment I now face. At least, what's left of the victors. Only the young, strong ones were spared. The rest are not needed in the Capitol's army. That's why the Peacekeepers killed Haymitch.

No. The rebels killed Haymitch. They hurt him out of spite. They were trying to get to me, to kill me and show everyone their victory. The rebels are monsters.

I know I can't hold on to the truth anymore, but it still hurts when I have to let go.