The common room was filled, but I sat there motionless glued to my spot on the wicker chair. Everyone bustled around me, but the world moved in slow motion. My fingers pick at my paper gown, and I pulled the woolen cardigan tighter around myself. A hand combs through my hair, and I pull away to see a ratty looking man. He convulses away, and lands on the floor, into a pile of his own vile.

The door swings open, two man on either side of Peeta. He looks lost, dark purple marks sting the sides of his temples. Their the size of golf balls, and his eyes scan the room. They meet mine, but don't show any sort of relief of happiness.

The sit him down across from me, and he stares dead ahead. His eyes skirt behind me, I hurry to sit down beside him. "Peeta?" I ask softly. He remains distant. "Peeta please?" I beg.

"K-Kat." He whispers looking at me.

"Are you okay?" He doesn't answer. "Do you know you last name?" I ask him.

"Peeta." He says.

"No." I say. "Your last name, do you know it?"

"Peeta!" He says again. His eyes look into mine, and I truly see how gone he is. I press my lips to his in a desperate attempt to bring him back to me.

"What's your name?" I beg. "Where are you from? Who am I?"

He just stares our of the window. "My name is Katniss Everdeen." I start. "I'm your fiancée I'm pregnant with your baby. Do you remember any of that?"

"Katniss Everdeen.." He breaths. "Your pregnant, with my baby." He says slowly looking at me.

"Yes Peeta! I am!" I exclaim. A woman sits beside me, I smile, but I turn back to Peeta.

"Who are you?" He asks her angrily.

"I'm Shelly, your fiancee's friend." She says softly. We sit in silence, looking around at the chaos around us. A woman, bent over the back of a chair, doing ... Things they shouldn't be doing in public. Their moans fill our ears, I grimace.

"I know how to escape." Shelly whispers into my ear. I feel fingers tighten around mine and I smile at him.

"Your back?" I whisper.

"Yeah."

"I'm so so sorry." I whisper into his chest. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close. I breath in his scent; it's gone. His once sweet smell of pine and cinnamon, is taken over by the smell of death and rotting.

"It's okay. It's not your fault. I got us until this." He whispers into my hair.

"Didn't you hear me?" Shelly asks pulling my arm so I look at her. "I said I knew a way out." She whispers loudly.

"How? This place is packed to the brim with guards and weapons." She says.

"We can, but you two have to behave. It's critical to the plan." She speaks fluently, and quickly. She has a look of urgency in her deep green eyes, one telling me isn't playing around anymore.

"Behave?" I ask. "Sure, cause we'd do anything besides that." I follow it with a soft meaningless chuckle.

"Sure thing mockingjay." She jabs me playfully in the ribs. "But seriously, it's really important you toe both get on kitchen detail."

"Kitchen detail?" I whisper.

"We go downstairs into the kitchen, make bread, and bake stuff. It's quiet, and there's not very many guards, down there. So they only send the really sane ones down there."

"What happens once we're there?" I ask ducking closer to her head.

"There's a tunnel, I can't say much more than that for now." She raps a pack of cigarettes off her palm, and opens the box offering us both one.

"I'm good, we don't smoke." I say with a smile.

"I'll take one actually." Peeta speaks up taking one from her. I'm shocked, and I watch him inhale the smoke and cough loudly. I chuckle.

"Maybe that's a clue to not smoke." I smirk taking it from his fingers. "You mind?" I raise an eyebrow.

"You can't handle it girl on fire." He says it like it's a challenge. "Go ahead." I take a long breath on it, and I cough hard and they both laugh.

"Why are you smoking now?" I ask him.

"If I can't be with you ever minuet of the hday, I need something to keep my mind off of it."

"Your quitting if we get home." I say.

Shelly looks like she's ready to explode, her green eyes turning dark. We probably should have been paying more attention to her. If she does know how to get out, we should get on her good side.

"I'm sorry, it's just, we get in our own little world and don't listen to anyone around us."

"It's alright, but still. Get on kitchen detail, offer to so tasks people wouldn't want to do like even the workers." She explains.

"Like what?" Peeta asks.

"Burning the bodies." Her voice is ominous, sober, and terrifying.

Burning the bodies.

Are there that many dead people here they need help burning the bodies. Don't they return them to their families so they can have a regular funeral? Do they burn them and not tell anyone? Do their families even know their loved ones have died?

Who am I kidding, if a family sent a loved one here they really didn't love them. They wouldn't send them to this god forsaken place, where they torture their 'patients.'

"Burning the bodies?" I ask. "You don't really mean..."

"Yes I do, I really mean it. They always need help burning the patients bodies who died of 'natural causes.'" She puts emphasis on the words natural causes. "People die everyday since the new head TB doctor doctor Hans."

I shiver. I've never heard the name before, but it chills me to the bones. "What does he do?" I ask quietly. "Does he kill them?"

"Worst, he cuts off body parts, and then gives them weird drugs to make their skin weird and bubbly. Like gold ball sized pimples, that pop just by touching them."

"How do you know that?" I ask.

"Hans told me, he lets me help him with some of the different medical stuff he does in the basement. In return for ... Uhm."

I place a hand on her's. And look into her eyes kindly. "It's okay, it was last year. Over and done with."

Two guards barge through the door. "Early night, lights out. Everyone up." He bellows through the common room.

A rough hand grabs me, and I rush to grab Peeta and kiss his lips. "I love you." I whisper touching our foreheads.

"I love you too." He replies before they pull us away in separate doors.

They keep the men and women separate, on account of them not wanting any crazy babies being born in here. But I mean, who would?

"Is there anyway I could help in the kitchen possibly? Or the crematorium?" I ask when we're halfway to my room.

"You want to do that?" He asks amused. "I've never met someone who wants to work here."

"If I'm gonna be here I want to keep my mind off everything." I say honestly. When we make a then I don't realize, I cock my head and walk a little slower. "Aren't we going to my room?" I ask.

"Not yet, first to the therapist." He says.

"Okay." I nod, bitting my lip and walk into the room with a man in it. He has dark, poofy hair high off of his head. Dark, thick framed glasses resting on his ears. He's built small, probably the same height as Peeta, except he doesn't have the muscles Peeta does.

"Do you want her in a straight jacket?" The man who escorted me asks.

"No, she'll be fine, your dismissed." He tells my escort who nods and rushes from the room. "Hello Katniss." He shakes my hand, and offers a smile. "Please, sit; my name is Bach."

"Thank you." I breath pushing some of my downed hair behind my ear. "could I trouble you for a rubber band?" I ask quietly. "My hair needs to be put up, it's bothering me." I say quietly.

"Of course." He hands me three. "I want to be the person here you come to when you need someone to talk to or need something."

"Can I ask you a question?" I change the topic.

"Of course."

"Do I look crazy?" I snap. "Because I sure don't feel it."

"Well that's why I'm here; Justice."

"Justice?" I repeat.

"I'm going to get you out of here."

"And Peeta?"

"The tests say.."

"I don't give a damn what a piece of paper says!" I scream slamming m fists on his desk hard. "Do I need to remind you what they do to people here?" I ask lowering my voice.

"I haven't been here a few hours."

"Then you should know that I'm pregnant, and that I plan to not be here when I give birth." I explain through gritted teeth. "We can't say here."

He leans. can with his hands over his mouth in a triangle shape. "I promise, I'll get you out of here."

"I'm not crazy." I say again.

"I believe you." He nods.

"But I'm not leaving without Peeta."

"Your making this hard..." He sighs.

"We have a kid on the way and one back at home, he's my fucking fiancée." I didn't exactly mean for that word to come out, but it seemed to get my point across.

"Look I'll do my best." He replies leaning on the desk with his elbows. His collared shirt is rolled up halfway to his elbows, his big build pulling the shirt taught on the sleeves.

"Can you have them put us on kitchen detail?" I ask.

"Why?"

"Because he loves to bake, and I love to be with him." I answer honestly.

"I'll talk to mother Beth tonight."

"Mother?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Haven't you realized this place is run by nuns yet?" He asks humorously.

"I thought it was just a coincidence." I mutter.

"Well, we're all done here. I'll walk you back, better than a guard." He says with a deviously handsome smile. His teeth; perfectly white and straight; as if their stones from the gods.

"Okay." He grabs my arm, his touch is lighter than the guards, but I still crave Peeta's.

We get to the hallway, and he looks at me with a mischievous grin. "Do you want to stay with Peeta tonight?" He asks in a hushed tone.

"How is that possible?" I whisper.

"Comeon' solitary is dead. No one uses it anymore, I'll tell them to let you alone all say tonight and tomorrow. I'll come get you at noon tomorrow, you'll be in the common room on time and everything will be fine."

"How will I know it's you tomorrow?" I ask as we start towards an unknown hallway to me.

"I'll knock twice, then three times." He says knocking on the wall showing me how he'll do it.

"Okay." We reach the door. "You promise you'll go get him?" I ask as he opens the door.

"I swear." He nods. Footsteps come from behind us. "Go now." He closes the door after me, and I'm greeted to total darkness.

The darkness engulfed me like an unwanted hug. I doubt there's no one here, but I still call out a faint "hello?" Through the cell.

No response. I sigh when I find it's empty, and then I feel my way to the mattress.

I've counted to two hundred and forty nine by the time the door swings open again. I find them again, Bach holding a gas lantern.

I stand and hug Peeta "hi." I breath.

"Hi baby." He whispers into my neck as he places his hands on the small of my back.

"This is for you two.." Bach hands Peeta the lantern. "Just whatever you do, try to keep it down." He winks at Peeta who just nods.

We crash onto the mattress that night, we don't do what Bach expected us to do. We simply lay there, in each other's embrace, he kisses me many times.

Then we fall asleep of ether. Whispering a gentle I love you before editing into a peaceful sleep.

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Hey guys! Hope y'all enjoyed.

Day one of the car show done. If your ever wondering what the hell I'm talking about when I say race car/ race track this is what I'm talking about. Anyways, hope you enjoyed. Love y'all.