PEETA'S POV
I sit on an aircraft, waiting to be killed. Katniss failed to kill me, she couldn't. I could see in her eyes that she knew what i wanted, but she wasn't strong enough to do it
I know Katniss is safe because i saw Haymitch with her
Even though he pretends not to care, he would die before he let someone hurt Katniss
Its Bare im worried about
They separated us just last night, they said they were bringing him to do another video stream, but he never came back
They didn't kill him, they wouldn't..... Right?
I shake the thought out of my head and force the tears back in
I bang my head on the side of the aircraft for a while before a guard comes in
"Mr. Mellark" he says with a scowl
"correct, that IS my name" i say sarcastically, continuing to bang my head, he tightens his jaw and squints his eyes angrily before he slams the door shut behind him
Being in here is torture, but at this moment, i feel smug
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I take back what i said before, being in that aircraft wasn't torture. I didn't know true torture until I was brought into this place
It's a dark, underground cell made out of old, crumbling brick. It's cold and musty with a certain moldy smell. It smells a lot worse when the air is filled with the aroma of my blood pooling beneath me
I'm chained to a wooden pole in the center if the room, and beaten daily. The guard uses a strip of leather with spiky bits of iron at the end
The torture in the capitol is brutal, but it doesn't compare to the agony i feel everyday in here. Especially having a family back home who depends on me
I wouldn't care if i were to die, i'd actually rather prefer it if it weren't for Katniss
We have 2 children, my death would cause her to neglect them, neglect everyone. She would never allow anyone near her and she'd shut herself out from the world
So i continue to fight, i won't let myself slip away. For my kids. For my girl on fire
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The blood spills from my mouth and to the hard brick covered floor. Rounds of pain shoot through my side. My arms ache from my hanging from them all night
I can see my ribs when i look down, which is why i never look down. I never show them i'm weak
After an hour of iron being thrashed into my sides, I sink to my knees, unable to hold myself up
The guard looks at me and laughs
"Weak... as i thought" he whips his leather strap at me again and the iron spikes imbed themselves in my cheek
"Giving up are you?" he says with a sneer
"Well, considering what happened, i expected nothing less"
I look up at him in question
"What?' i croak, The guard laughs again
"Oh they didn't tell you did they?" he says mockingly, my eyes widen
"The mockingjay died in an explosion that we set up at our base" he says with a cackle
The words sink deep into my brain, she couldn't have! What do i have to live for now? Nothing, i have nothing
I love my children, but all i want now is to end my misery, to give up in being brave
So i sink deeper to the floor, hang my head, and let the guard whip me until the world goes dark
hehehe, are ur emotions dead yet? trust me this is torture for me, cause i had to be the one to write it 😭
but i hope you were at least able to enjoy an update!!!
great news! i have decided to make a sequel! no promises on how long it will take me, it will probably be a little while, but ive started to write it already!
love ya'll and remember above all else, stay awesome possums! *finger guns*
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