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'There's a time that I remember.
When I did not know no pain.
When I believed in forever.
And everything would stay the same.'
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"Johanna." Indiana whispered into the dark upon hearing the older woman muttering furiously to herself.

She had not long been thrown back into her cell and she was shaking gently, tapping her head on the wall with every other word.

"Jo?" Indiana called out again.

No reply.

"I think she may need a couple of minutes to herself," a voice snarked.

Staring around the dim room, Indiana looked over in the direction of Enobaria but the oldest woman was fast asleep. Peeta's cell was still barren from when the guards had taken him before breakfast, which is when they returned Johanna after having her for the entire night. Annie never spoke to anyone but herself. In fact, there was nobody else in the room. Yet, somebody had spoken.

"Who's there?" The scared girl whispered into the emptiness of the room.

"I'm hurt that you don't even recognise my voice anymore," the same voice chuckled.

The sound contrasted harshly in the room filled with silence and fear. Shivers skittered down her spine and she gulped loudly as she turned to face the person stood behind her. His green eyes shone with amusement, just as they had done a year ago. His light brown hair was as short and messy as it had been the last time Indiana had seen him, when she held him in her arms as he died.

"Marvel." Indiana choked out a sob. "But you're- I saw you die-."

"You can't have. I'm stood right here, Short Stuff."

Trembling, the nineteen year old took a shaky and hesitant step towards her best friend, her hand reaching for her cheek. Surprisingly, it connected with the warm flesh of his face and letting out a short cry, she threw herself at him.

"You're really and truly here. How?"

"We never left you, Honey."

Whirling back around, Indiana came face to face with her Aunt Cashmere and Uncle Gloss. They were still wearing their suits from the Quarter Quell but they were cleaner, unharmed and alive.

"We can all be together now." Gloss smiled at his niece. "Just take my hand."

"I've missed you guys so much." Indiana whimpered, reaching out to place her hand in his.

However, Peeta being forced noisily back into his cell ruined the moment. His pained whimpers caused Indiana to turn away from her loved ones so that she could check on her blond friend. Instead of calling out to him, she watched as Peeta curled into a ball and sobbed quietly to himself, the sound mixing with Johanna's crazed mumbling. Turning back to face her uncle and his outstretched hand, ready to go with him wherever, she let out a pained yell when they were no longer there.

"No!" she screeched, rushing to the space where they had previously stood and banging on the wall. "Come back! Come back!"

Smashing on the white tiles, she didn't feel the pain as her skin split and blood poured down her arms, All she cared about was being reunited with her family.

Eventually, her screams attracted the attention of the guards and two Peacekeepers burst into her cell. Pinning her to the floor and pulling her arms behind her back, one of the stabbed a needle into her neck and injected her with a sedative. Neither one released her until she stilled, sinking to the floor unconscious and drool sliding out the side of her mouth. One of the Peacekeepers picked her up and placed her comfortable onto the bed and pulled the duvet over her. Unfortunately, no amount of sedation could prevent her from muttering the names of her loved ones as she slept.

Marvel.

Cashmere.

Gloss.

Cato.

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District Thirteen was vastly different from the luxury that Cato Hadley was accustomed to in District Two. Surprisingly, Cato discovered that he rather enjoyed the roughness of Thirteen; it helped him understand more on how the outlying districts lived. In fact, it helped him sympathise with people who had lost so much.

Looking around at the small room that had been assigned as his living space, Cato tried not to sob as he glanced at the single bed and wardrobe that was a constant reminder that he was no longer with Indiana.

A rapt knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts and with a heavy sigh, Cato opened the door to greet Finnick Odair. Somehow, the two men had bonded during their short time in Thirteen because they both understood how the other was feeling. Annie Cresta, Finnick's love, was trapped in the Capitol alongside Cato's. Unsure as to whether their girls were alive or not, the two men had found comfort in talking to each about their worries and lives or, when words failed them, sparring each other.

"Any news?" Cato asked his friend.

A grim shake of the head was the answer he had been expecting but was still disheartened to receive. It was the only response they were ever able to give when they greeted each other with that question.

"We'll get them back," said Finnick reassuringly. He was comforting himself more than Cato.

A grunt was his response. Cato was running out of optimism.

"Katniss and Gale should be back from Twelve soon. I'm going to meet them in Command. You want to come with?" Finnick asked, placing his hand on the door handle.

"No," responded Cato.

The nineteen-year-old didn't speak much these days. The blond brute was afraid that if he spoke more than three words then all his emotions would come pouring out of his mouth. Whilst he had many opinions on the way Thirteen were doing things, he kept quiet as his only concern was Indiana and he needed their favour to rescue them.

"I'll see you later, Cato. Stay strong."

"Stay strong, Fin."

And once more, Cato was left alone with his thoughts. Twisting the gold bangle at his wrist, Cato's mind took him back to the day of the 75th Annual Hunger Games. He had gotten down on one knee and presented Indiana with his mother's wedding band. She had accepted it with a kiss and allowed him to slide it onto her finger. Now, the ring was hanging from a chain around Cato's neck after Katniss returned it to him. However, he would much rather have the woman instead of the ring.

Was Indie still alive?

Was she truly trapped in the Capitol?

Feeling his temper rise rapidly, Cato let
out a frustrated yell before picking up his dull grey lamp and watched it shatter as it collided with the wall. Unfortunately, that wasn't enough to sate the white hot anger swelling within him, Smashing his fist against the small, grubby mirror on the wall, he didn't feel the pain of the glass shards as they pierced his skin.

Carrying on his path of his destruction, he screamed when he thought of Indiana and the torture she may have endured. He smashed and broke everything within his reach. Cato was so far gone in his anger that he failed to notice the door swinging open – or the people entering the room with a syringe in his hands. As the sedative entered his bloodstream, the screaming stopped. But, nothing could stop the pained whimpers that slipped past his lips as his dreams were plagued with the face of one person.

Indiana Summers.

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'Cheers to the wish you were here but you're not.
Cause the drinks bring back all the memories.
Of everything we've been through.
Toast to the ones that we lost on the way.'
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