Don't. Don't trust them. I should have known not to trust them. All they did was lie to me. Haymitch, Katniss, Finnick, even Mayneck. They all just lied to me.

Where was I? Why was it so dark? The door opened and two figures came into view and I realized who it was almost immediately.

"Where's Peeta?" I asked them, quickly, not wanting to hear whatever bullshit they may start on about.

"Oh, honey." My mothers hand touched the top of mine and I quickly recoiled in anger and disgust.

"Where's Peeta?" I shouted, louder. I was still wearing the uniform from the games. It had only been a day since I woke up and only a week since the incident. Nothing made sense to me.

"Are you alright?" My father asked me.

"Oh, I nearly died and don't know where the hell I am, what do you think, father?" I snapped. He looked disgusted by my response and ungrateful attitude.

"You're in the Capitol, dear." My mother informed. "The tribute center." She continued on, not looking me in the eyes.

"When can I go home?" I asked. If I could just get home, then I could find Peeta and we could just run away and never look back. But neither of them would answer me. "Hello? When can I go home?"

"You may not." My father finally said. "President Snow would like to keep you here. He believes your mental instability could cause a threat to society and quite honestly, we agree. You are... compromised." My face dropped and anger came bursting through.

"Compromised? Are you kidding me, I'm compromised?" I shouted at them as they straightened their backs, fearful for what I had become.

"You should have never done this to yourself, Arizona. You're blaming us, but truthfully, this is all on you. You are the only one who has caused pain. You did this to us." My mother told me, shaking her head from embarrassment.

"You're not proud, mother? Of who your daughter turned out to be?" I spit, with an evil look in my eye. She let out a disappointed gruntled noise, before turning to my father. "So sorry I was nothing like how you imagined, and more."

"Arizona!" My father grew louder, attempting to shut me down in fear.

"You think shouting scares me? All I hear is shouting! All day and all night, shouting is what my thoughts are filled with. You don't scare me anymore, father. It's I who you should be scared of. Now, get the hell out." I demanded.

"Now, Arizona," my mother tried to begin but I stood up, still chained to the floor.

"Get out!" I screamed, pointing at the door. The two stood up, my mother looking terrified of me, as I was clearly unrecognizable and unhinged.

"We love you." My father lied.

"You don't love anything but yourselves and money." I spat. "Not even your own daughter."

"Our own daughter who defied us by standing up for some cause or whatever else she decided to do? Who fell "in love" with a bakers boy from District 12 and snuck off any chance she got? Who gave away her earnings?" My father shouted at me for the first time in history.

"For the greater good." I spat, calmly. "You people wouldn't know love if it hit you in the face. And those earnings were earned by killing. So I don't want it. Just like I don't want to see either of you ever again." My mother looked beyond hurt while my father just looked furious. But I didn't care. It was over with. The two of them were dead to me, and all that mattered was Peeta.

Where the hell is Peeta?