Song of the chapter; "Human" By Christina Perrie. (I HIGHLY RECOMMEND LISTENING TO IT THIS CHAPTER IS A ROLLER COASTER)

"We should listen to her yah know, maybe she really does knows a way out of here." He tries to convince me in the dark.

"But Bach told me he'd get us both out." I persist and sit up leaning over him. The thin mattress makes it easy for my elbows to dig into the hard cement ground.

"I don't care about me getting out Katniss, I want you out. I've been through this before-"

"Yeah, and you see where that got us." I sigh laying back down, my eyes up to the ceiling I can't see. It could be seven feet away, or thirty I'll never know.

"Look, your pregnant. I don't want you here, so if you get the chance: go. Run off with Shelly or Bach. I'll find you. Okay?"

I softly cry into his shoulder. "Peeta, I left you once. In the games.  I was so close to killing myself, I can't let you here. It's the same thing." I cry.

"Please Kat, I'm doing this for our kid, you have to think about him or her." He explains rubbing my back softly. "You can't give birth here, they'll take the kid for sure."

"What if we don't get out? The stuff their doing could kill the kid." I say worried.

"I know, Kat. I'm trying I promise, just do what they say." He lets a tear slip down his cheek, and sighs. "I hear there's a doctor here, he shows you the way out and helps you out for uh.."

"For what?" I ask. He cries more, and I place my hands on his cheeks. "Peeta?"

"Sexual favors." He coughs out. I take my hands off his cheeks quick.

"Peeta I can't." I say.

"All I'm saying is that he offers, do it."

"Your okay with me having sex with someone else?" I ask appalled

"If it means you getting out yes." He nods.

"Peeta I wouldn't even know how, I've only ever been with you .... " I whisper slightly embarrassed.

"It's okay Kat, I'm not saying it will happen, I'm just saying if he offers, take it. Like I said, I'll find you if I get out. Just remember, it's not about us anymore, it's about our kid in your belly."

"If I get out, I'm bring cops back." I say.

"Okay."

"Do you know his name? The doctor?"

"Hans." He whispers. Our conversation, barely above a hushed whisper. But the words still cut the silence like a knife in a wet dough.

"Whatever happens, just know I'm doing it to help us both. Because I love you." I whisper into his chest. I can feel my pool of tears on his shirt with my raw cheeks.

How can something so amazing, go to something so terrible like this? Sure, we haven't been the model pair of young adults, we don't have the perfect life, we've never not committed a sin. We had sex before our marriage. But we're not bad people, we're okay people. We've killed, we've sinned, we've done and seen terrible things. But we don't deserve this; our daughter doesn't deserve this. In a house with her so called grandmother whom she's only met a handful of times. She deserves to know where her parents are, and why they aren't at home like they were a few days ago. Why she can't go home and play with her toys, and her ugly no good cat buttercup.

"We just need to stay strong." He agrees.

"We'll get out. I don't care what it takes, I'll do it." I say determined.

I mean it, we will leave this hellhole.

Time skip; three months.

"Eve, hand me an pair of mittens." I instruct the dim witted girl as we stand at the edge of the kitchen. The oven hear radiates off my bare legs under my dress, she hobbles towards me with the mittens.

I slip the thick gloves over my hands, and pull out the rolls. "P-Peeta." Eve squeals beside me.

I grip the table hard, a tear falling. "No Eve, he's dead. I told you."

"B-baby." She croaks.

"It's dead." I say again.

I chop the buns in squares. They were too big, they baked together; creating one large bun on the baking sheet. I turn around, and her boney fingers touch my stomach. "Baby."

"No baby Eve, it's dead." I grumble pushing her hands off.

"No dead." She shakes her head vigorously.

"Yes dead." I persist. "They killed it with the shock and 'treatments."

"Baby.." A tear rolls down her cheek. I wipe it, and nod.

"I know baby, I'm sad too."

I don't know for sure their both dead. But I haven't seen Peeta since our night spent together in solitary. No one has. Like he's vanished into thin air. It broke my heart for a long time, after a month I asked them to kill me. But they said they couldnt; not with the precious life growing inside me. After two months, I began to accept it. That he was dead, and so was my baby. That I too, was to die here within a few months.

I place the readied buns onto plates holding what I believe is beef stew. "Faster." A nun snaps. "And less chitter-chatter. Work makes the soul pure." She sings smacking a leather crop off table.

"My soul will never be pure." I retort.

"God will help you."

"There is no god." I mutter. She looks at me with huge eyes. "No god would let a terrible place like this exist. This is hell. This is it." I spread my arms out signaling to everything around me. Eve watches with sheepish eyes, we make brief eye contact.

She's become my best friend here, seeing that no one has come to visit. Shelly's barely around, I hear herself and Hans are quiet friendly these days.

"Shut your mouth girl. I'll take you to mother Beth." She threatens and I nod accordingly.

"I'm sorry mother Susan." I take a deep breath. "I accept god as my lord and savior."

"That's better."

She's off without another word. "M-mother!" I stop her.

"Yes?"

"May I speak with doctor Hans? It's quiet important." I ask as politely as possible. "If it's not a bother."

"I was headed there anyways, common girl."

"Thank you." I breath.

"Eve, finish up here. Stay here after your done, you can have one cinnamon roll." Her eyes light up like fireworks.

I've seen his office many a times, well the door that is. I've never been inside, so I guess you can agree with my shock when I stepped inside to see coffins lining the wall and a small assortment of plants on the window sill. He's watering them when we come in, his back turned to us.

"Senior Hans?" The mother speaks up beside me. "This patient has requested to speak with you." He turns from his turkey baster of water and grins. 

"Ah yes, come. Have a seat. I've been meaning to talk to you."

The door shuts between us and I take slow, deep breaths. It's not about us anymore, it's about that baby in your belly. Peeta words rattle though my brain as I think about whag that man does.

Sexual favors.

Would he still want me to do this? No baby in my belly, no Peeta here to find me once we all get out. No, I owe it to him. To shut down the place, burn it to the ground and have all of the workers thrown in jail.

"Hello my dear." His voice is deep; almost an exact replica of President Snow's. "I've been meaning to talk to you, I was wondering how you we adjusting."

"I'm fine, heartbroken and confused. But I guess I'm fine." I say. "Is he dead?" I blurt.

"Who?"

"My fiancée Peeta Mellark, is he dead?"

He nods and digs through a pile of papers in tan folders. He has thinning white-gray hair, a long rectangular face. A mustache, he looks almost German. His shoulders are broad, a few years ago, he would have been a catch.

"Peeta Mellark died two months ago, he hung himself with sheets from his bed the night he went missing in the ward."

The night he went missing.  More like the last night we ever spent together in a dark room in solitary.

I wipe my tears and nod. "I understand it's hard, but it's got to be expected. People die here every week."

"Yeah."

"I presume you didn't come here to talk about your deceased fiancée. Did you miss Everdeen?" He stands slowly walking around be back of my chair. He puts his boney old man fingers through my hair.

"N-No Senior." 

"Speak." He bellows loudly making me jump in my chair.

"I want to get out, and I hear your person to talk to about that." I say avoiding his direct stare into my eyes. "If Peeta's not here I can try and get out, think for myself."

"Why yes, that's me. I help the poor innocent girls get out, and some of them: I help get off." He grins. "I do charge, Miss Everdeen."

"I have money, not with me but at home, I can send it to you in small chunks in the mail." I say hoping he'll go for that instead.

"Oh no, I don't want your useless money. I have nothing to spend it on, the church buys everything we need here." He bends down, his mouth right next to my ear. I feel his hot irregular breaths on my neck, and I cry a few silent tears. "I'm a man, of pure pleasure."

"What do you need me to do?" I whimper.

"Get down, on your hands and knees." Before I stand I wipe my tears, and then make my way over to him.

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"Eve!" I whisper yell through the darken compound. My cell is right next to us, but I promised I would get her out. "Eve baby doll, where are you? Come on." My voice is a plea.

"Kat." Her voice croaks next to us. Hans hurries to open her cell.

"We're leaving, come on." I pull her along to catch up with Hans, who's ready halfway down the hall.

An unmarked door, and a room full of dirty mattresses. Perfect for an underground tunnel leading to the supplies train. "Get out, and tell them Hans sent you."

I don't look back, I pull her hand and launch us both into the train. We hide behind sacks of grain and goods, I look around widely. A two by four will make a fine weapon if need be, so I lift one from the pile of thirty and squat back down. "Peeta.." Eve croaks.

"He's dead. I saw his death certificate."  I whisper.

"Sad..." She whispers back.

"Me too..."

But in not sad, I'm heartbroken, scared, terrified, suicidal, confused. What do I tell our daughter who worships the ground that man walked on? Do I tell her what other parents do?; your daddy went off to fight the big bad monsters in the sky. Maybe I should just tell her; your daddy is dead, you'll never see him again.

"Baby.." She whispers. "B-Baby alive." She pushes on my stomach, and I feel a sharp pain. "Baby." She smiles.

It's alive?

Sleep finds me before too long, we pull into district one. And I stand in the streets, I hold onto Eve's hand tightly; afraid to ever leg go.

"Eve, are you excited to meet my other baby?" I ask in a voice you'd talk to a child in. 

"Baby!" She squeals. I smile and lead her to the hospital, we get weird stares but I don't care.

They direct me to my mother, who's bent over a clipboard writing like a madman

"Mom?" I speak up.

"Katniss! Oh my god." She abandons the clipboard to wrap her arms around me. "I thought you were dead, how did you get out?" She asks.

"A train."

"Where's Peeta?" She asks.

"H-He's dead." I choke out. I let my tears fall, still holding onto Eve's tiny hand. I sob into her shoulder, and she cries too. "Mommy I'm scared, I want to die. I have nothing anymore." I sob.

"You have me, you'd daughter, Haymitch and Effie, your 541 squad. You have plenty."

"Baby!" Eve croaks with a dim smile.

"And who's this?" My mother asks.

"This is Eve, she was in the institution too." I explain.

"For what?" Her eyes are foggy as she studies the strange girl's looks.

"They believe she killed her sister's baby, cut his ears off and had her way with the husband."

"Impossible." Mom shakes her head.

"Possible."

After a few more minuets of talking, mom finally gain the courage to tell them she's leaving for the rest of the week. 

The house is close, but far on my weak legs, I hold my stomach instinctively. Eve whispers baby as I hold her hand, we reach the house; and I'm greeted to my favorite pair of three year old eyes.

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Hey guys. Hope y'all don't mind I killed off Peeta. I got the idea from Lauren cause it she can kill him in her story I can kill him in mine.

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Hope y'all enjoyed. Love y'all.

Xoxo Kylee.
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