《Fawn In The Dawn | Peeta Mellark》one

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Part One

Mockingjay: Part I

I sat with a needle stuck into my arm, staring at the wall before me. The nurse pulled it out harshly and threw it into her bag. I glared over at her with my eyes locking into her name tag. Alice. Good, I made a mental note of that. She made a groan, while exiting the room, slamming the door behind her. I looked over through the glass wall to see her entering into Johanna's cell to my left, when I heard a tap on the other side. My eyes darted to the neighboring cell and I slowly made my way over to the glass, seating myself against it.

"You okay?" He asked me. I nodded, lifting my hand up against the glass, as he mimicked me, pressing his against it. "How long has it been now?" He asked again.

"Two weeks." I muttered. Two weeks since the incident in the arena, since Katniss was rescued and we were thrown to the wolves like bait.

"It'll be okay. We're going to get out of here, I promise." He assured me. I just nodded. How? We were locked up like test rats in these cages. My head was pounding and I was exhausted considering I hadn't been able to sleep. I was lucky if I got at least an hour in. I still couldn't really wrap my head around what had happened back there. All I knew was Katniss blew up the arena basically. And we were left for dead.

It was around 3 am, I assumed, when I found myself staring at the reflection in the glass at myself. Peeta lie on the floor, asleep, for once and I stared at the white gown I had on as if I were in some mental institution.

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The bruises covering my body were so clear to see and it only got worse. I had lost so much weight due to Snow only letting us eat when he felt like we needed to, and it was only enough to keep us from dying. It had been four days since I last had somewhat of a meal, which had been some sort of breaded powdery food, that tasted like rat poison.

My wrists were so small now and I had to be at least 100 pounds now. I lifted the gown up, looking at my stomach, which my ribs showed visibly, it was almost disgusting. I had never wanted food so bad in my life before. "Hey." A hushed voice said, and I looked down at Peeta behind the barrier. I dropped the gown down, upset with myself for letting him see me this way. "Oh my god, Ari." He sighed, sitting up and placing his hand against the glass. I slid down to a seated position and rested my head against it.

"It's fine." I assured him, in a lie, feeling my stomach begin to growl.

"It's not. We need to get out of here." He said, a tear falling down his cheek. I wasn't sure what to respond. I knew this, but I didn't know how we'd escape. We were confined in these glass prisons and even if I could get out, I don't know how in the hell I'd get him out. But I was going to try, somehow, before Snow could kill us for good. But for now, we were stuck as his play things to experiment on, torture and humiliate. And I thought the games were bad. This, was so much worse.

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