My eyes fling open.
There's a shadow hanging over me, sending shivers down my spine. I squint up at the figure, sitting up even straighter in my chair, my arms tied tightly behind me.
"Hello, Mr Mellark." smiles Snow, pacing around me.
I fix my eyes on the floor. Ever since I saw...Katniss, I've become how immune to their tortures. I don't flinch, I don't scream, I don't plead or fight back.
I've become muted and senseless. It is the only way I can hang onto her.
I can barely remember her.
The smell of her hair, the softness of her lips, the colour of her eyes...all gone.
I don't even really know who Katniss is.
All I know is...I love her.
And I've made myself forget so...so.... I can save her.
"You have another interview Mr Mellark." He says, placing his hand on my shoulder.
I can't help but raise my eyebrows.
"One last chance to save your lover." He says coldly in my ear.
I shiver.
The smell of blood...it's on his breath.
As soon as the words have passed his lips, a prep team materializes.
And I succumb to a new kind of torture.
Before long I'm sat on a chair in font of a camera, president Snow sat by my side, waiting patiently for the red light to turn on in the corner of the lens, telling us we're live.
A tall man with bright orange hair approaches the president.
"President, we have located the Mockingjay." he says sternly, his eyebrows drawn together.
My heart stops and I stare at him.
"The...the...Mockingjay?" I ask, the panic obvious in my voice.
Snow grins. "Yes, Mr Mellark, it will appear we have."
I want to scream at him, but the words get lodged in my throat, I sit there my mouth opening and closing in a disjointed rythm.
Snow get's up and guides the man away, out of my ear shot.
I strain myself over into their direction, focusing on the sounds of their voices, trying to make out what he's saying.
All I can make out is "air attack...mockingjay...Alma Coin...district 13...launch soon."
Then I know exactly what I'm going to do.
I am going to save Katniss Everdeen.
I am going to save her now.
