Katniss. Katniss Everdeen, her name spins around in my head each time sending a sharp pain through my heart.
Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire.
Katniss Everdeen, my lover.
Katniss Everdeen, a killer.
Katniss Everdeen.
M y eyes are hazy and I can barely make out the figure in front of me. A woman. A capitol woman. I smile bitterly at her.
"Come to give me more of your poison?" I spit, unable to recognise my own voice amongst the growls.
"No," she laughs lightly, "I've come to update you on Miss Everdeen's movements."
I tense at the mention of her name, and the woman grins.
"I'm afraid, it is not good news." she says, attempting to put on her most concerned voice. I roll my eyes.
"Is she dead?" I ask impatiently.
"No, Mr Mellark, Miss Everdeen is still alive. But...it's your child that is dead. Miss Everdeen killed your son out of rage." She says coldly.
I freeze. "My...my...son?"
"Yes, Mr Mellark, your son." she confirms slowly.
"I have a son?" I ask, my heart racing.
"Had, Mr Mellark. Your son is dead." She corrects.
My mind begins to spin. "NO!" I scream. "I...I...I NEVER HAD A SON!"
"I'm sorry Mr Mellark, you did." Just as she says this a video is projected on the white wall infront of us.
It's me with Ceasar Flickerman, before the Quater Quell.
Our voices are muffled untill I open my mouth and say. "...if it wasn't for the baby."
My heart stops. I did say that!
"Oh my god..." I choke, tears spilling over my eyes. "My...my..."
The woman leaves the room, and my anger boils over.
"COME BACK!" I scream, writhing in my restarints. "COME BACK! LET ME GO! LET ME GO...SO I CAN KILL KATNISS EVERDEEN! LET ME KILL KATNISS EVERDEEN!"
