"Isn't it lovely. All alone.
Heart made of glass. My mind of stone.
Tear me to pieces. Skin to bone."
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BOOK 1 - Indiana Summers is the niece to two Victors and the sweetheart of the Capitol but now she'd been dropped into the...
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Wrenching open the one eye that hadn't been swollen shut, Indiana groaned at the harsh lighting in the cellblock (the only benefit of it was that it informed the girl it was daytime). True to his threat, Snow had ensured that Indiana was punished for her act of defiance. Forcing herself into a sitting position, her vision blurred and the world tilted violently, causing her to lie back down on the bed. Fighting the nausea that swirled within her, the fair-haired girl tried to ignore the pain coursing through her body.
Memories of excruciating pain and murky shadows fought their way to Indiana's consciousness and try as she might the young woman no longer had the strength to keep them at bay. Thankfully, before her mind delved into a deep sleep plagued by monsters wearing human skin, a worried voice brought her back to the surface.
"Indie? Oh god. Indie, please, wake up. Look at me."
Tilting her head to the side (it more lolled than tilted), her left eye opened enough that she was able to see Peeta's concerned face. Luckily, he was looking far better than he had the past few days. President Snow must have let him have a few days free from torture due to him doing what was requested of him.
Taking in the battered and bruised face that belonged to Indiana Summers, Peeta had to resist the urge to vomit. One eye was swollen shut, puffy and black whilst the other one was bloodshot. A gash sliced down the side of her face, crusted with dried blood, and bruises made her face look more like a checkerboard than a human. The boy from District Twelve was immensely grateful for the fact that he was unable to see the rest of her body, although he imagined it was far worse than her face due to the way she was clutching her ribs and grimacing.
"P-P-Pe-." Indiana's throat was still raw from all the screaming.
Nodding gratefully at the jug of room temperature water that Peeta slid between the bars, she gulped it down greedily before continuing to talk. "Did they punish you? Are you hurt?"
Smiling at the selflessness of the woman, Peeta shook his head. Whilst she acted tough and fierce to the rest of the world, Indiana was secretly sweet and kind. Her heart bigger than her knowledge of combat.
"Thanks to you, no. Your act of defiance made mine pale in comparison. Why would you do that? How could you endanger yourself like that?"
"Let's be honest, Peeta, no matter what we say or do, they'll never kill us. They can't. Panem loves us too much. Our deaths would cause the riot that Snow's trying to prevent. I refuse to let Snow beat me into defiance."
"You can't keep letting them hurt you, Indie. It doesn't matter whether they kill you or not when they can still hurt you in numerous ways. Don't let them break you."
