Peeta

The peacekeepers hold me back, stopping me from reaching Katniss.

This is my fault, all my fault. I think, even though I am not sure that it is.

They practically drag me away from the fence, towards their vehicle. It's a kind of van, and they roughly shove me inside the back of it. I have no idea where they are taking me. All the while I keep thinking of how I left Katniss all alone in the woods, but she knows how to survive there so she can handle herself pretty well, but I still want to be there for her...and for my child.

My child. I still have difficulty in believing it, all of this feels so surreal. It's too good to be true but at the same time a huge problem to deal with.

I sit there for the longest time, just staring off into space until we arrive at the place where I presume to be where I will receive punishment for my actions.

The van comes to an abrupt halt and the peacekeepers get out, bringing me with them. Once I get a clear view of what's ahead of me, I realize that I don't recognize this place at all. It's located here so that it's not very obvious to the public that this place is here for the authorities.

A Peacekeeper gruffly puts handcuffs on me. They shove my hands behind my back.

"Hey, you. Walk faster." The peacekeeper orders me, and so I do. I know better than to argue with them.

They lead me inside the building and towards the elevator.

"Which floor was it, Smith?" I hear a peacekeeper asking another.

"Fifth." The man named Smith says and pressed the button with a 5 on it.

The elevator jerks upward and before I know it, we are on floor 5. Smith rudely pushes me out and I catch myself from falling over.

"What a jerk," I mutter under my breath.

"Said something?" Smith asks.

"No."

I walk forward without another word spoken by anyone of us. We stop in front of a door, and then the other peacekeeper opens it. I step inside before I can be pushed again.

I find myself standing in a huge room and who I see there startles me. It's the Mayor and Madge. And... President Snow.

Of course, I think. Things just keep getting better and better.

"Mr. Mellark, I heard that you broke one of our most important rules." Snow addresses me.

"Yeah, he cheated on me. He cheated on his wife." Madge butts in.

I refrain from rolling my eyes, knowing that it would do nothing but cause me even more trouble than I already am in.

"So I heard, Mrs. Mellark. Try to not interrupt me again." Snow says to Madge. Even hearing Madge with my last name infuriates me, it disgusts me to know that I am related to her in any way, but I am. And by seeing her expression, I assume she hates it just as much as I do if not more. Though I feel the slightest hint of satisfaction on seeing someone trying to shut her up.

"What do you suggest we do, Mr. Undersee?" Snow inquires. "We can't very well overlook such an act of defiance."

"Of course not, President." The Mayor says hastily, looking quite intimidated.

Snow shoots the peacekeepers a look and they nod, hurrying out of the room, but not before Smith frees my hands.

I shake my wrists a little, trying to get the feeling back in them. Terrified of what will happen to me next, I look up at Snow.

"What did you do with the girl?" Snow demands.

"Oh, we left that one in the woods." The Mayor starts, "We have left the fence charged too, just in case, but I don't see a lot of chances for her to return. Surely, something will find her eventually out in the wilderness, and if not, then I guess she'll just die of starvation." When he finishes, he has a smirk on his face.

These people are despicable, I think. But the thing that gives me a little relief is the fact that they don't know about Katniss's uncanny ability to survive in the woods.

"Make sure she dies, will you? You wouldn't want to lose your job, I suppose." Snow mentions a little too politely. He gestures towards me, and continues, "As for this one here... I'll just have to do it myself if you are not capable enough of doing it"

"Of course. As you say, your Honour." Mr. Undersee mumbles, averting his eyes to the marble floor beneath him.

Surprisingly enough, a very sour-looking Madge manages to stay quiet for the rest of the conversation where they discuss my punishment. Snow doesn't elaborate on what he will do to me, he just says that he will take me to the Capitol.

Dread builds inside my chest and works its way up my throat, making it hard to breathe. I catch Madge shooting me a dirty look, so of course, I shoot one back. But I am unnerved, and I have no idea what will happen to me, but whatever it is, it's not going to be anything trivial, I'm sure it'll be bad enough to teach the whole country a lesson, to give them a warning. To tell them that the consequences of violating any instructions will not be very pretty.

As scared as I am, I keep thinking of Katniss. Though I know she is not going to die of anything that the Mayor just stated, I am worried. I know that I should worry more about myself, considering the situation I am in, but I just can't.

Snow calls the peacekeepers back in and asks them to escort me outside so that he can openly discuss with the Mayor the brutal details of my retribution.

For what seems like the thousandth number of time, Smith shoves me outside.

"I am capable enough of walking by myself without you pushing me, you know," I mumble, rolling my eyes, not caring about what they will do or say to me about my remark, they already have sentenced me to probably one of the worst punishments existing.

"Keep your mouth shut, will ya?" Smith grumbles.

"No." I counter back, I don't know why I am acting like this, but everything that has happened to me lately is just bottling up and threatening to spill out on these idiots standing in front of me. All I want to do now is punch both of them square in the face and knock them out or something.

"I said stop. And I don't like to repeat myself." Smith says through gritted teeth, obviously worked up.

I just ignore him, but don't say anything back. We stand there for a long time in silence before being allowed back inside.

"We seem to have decided your fate Mr. Mellark." Snow sneers, like he has found the cruelest way to torture me, and knowing how evil he is, he probably has.

I look down at the floor, my mind fighting with my body to stay calm even though I am frightened. I take a deep breath and try to compose myself before looking at Snow right in the eye and saying, "It's rather great to know that you have made some progress."

Snow gives me a very annoyed look and says, " You watch it boy. Don't you dare mess with me."

I shift my gaze back to the floor. I know what I am doing is just worsening my case, but I couldn't care less at the moment.

Katniss

Thankfully, Peeta and I had stored my other set of bow and arrows in the cabin for situations like these. I move towards the small, old closet and retrieve my weapons from inside.

I walk to the door and open it and step back outside. I'm still hoping that Peeta will come soon, even though I know that he couldn't escape. There is no telling what they will do to him, maybe it will be a fair amount of whipping, maybe they'll turn him into an Avox, maybe they'll just kill him and get over with it.

And that thought scares me, actually terrifies me. I can't live without him, we can't live without him. I want my child to have a father because I didn't, and I want my child to know who his father is and to grow up with his support.

I take a deep breath, panicking wouldn't help me, so I try to stay positive for both of our sakes and occupy myself by trying to find food. I set up a few snares, trying to be as quiet as I can because I am quite deep into the woods and here the number of animals will only increase. While my snares work their magic, I work mine. I start hunting and reward myself with a rabbit and a wild goose. This will have to do for now. I even gather a few Katniss roots and find a bush of blueberries.

I feel a little squeamish looking at those pierced-in-the-eye animals, but it has never happened before, so it must be because of my pregnancy.

One I have enough food stored, I decide to eat some myself. It's hard to swallow, not because of the taste or anything, but because I can't stop thinking about Peeta, whether he had any food or not, whether he is thinking about me, whether he is alright or he isn't.

I don't know if I'll be able to live with myself if he dies. I know he'll want me to move on, to take care of our child, but I don't think I am capable of doing it without him.

Despite my efforts, a tear rolls down my cheek, and before I know it I am in the midst of having a full mental breakdown. Everything that has happened since I met Peeta and even before just comes out in loud racking sobs.

I sit there and cry for a long time and once I think I am done, I wipe my eyes with my sleeve and try to calm down. I know that stress will do awful things to me in the long run... If I were to lose my child out here, I would never forgive myself. Neither would Peeta, but me especially. I can't afford to think like that...to lose my child as long as Peeta. I get up from the forest floor and head back to the cabin. I make a fire in the fireplace and get myself something warm to drink. I curl up on the couch and wrap up in a blanket. The fire's glow clams my broken heart and I fall asleep.

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