(picrew is Amethyst yes)

I remember once, when I was young, I got in trouble with a teacher. She pulled me out of the classroom, tightening her grip on my forearm so much it seemed like I would have bruises for days. 

That's what this feels like right now, even though I don't know what I did. Okay, yes I do. I ran away. I ran away to escape the traumatizing victory tour. Is that really that bad?

I'm led into a small room, not unlike the cell I was trapped in only minutes before. I try to scan the hallways around me, learning every detail I can remember- but all I can tell from the brief glimpse I get is that there's five more doors that look exactly like the one I was just pulled from. 

One of them had talking. One had snoring, and another had screaming that the guard didn't even acknowledge. 

But, anyways. I'm in a small room with stone walls. The iron door locks behind me as I'm forced to sit down in a chair that feels like ice. There's a window on one wall, but I can't through see it. I wonder if it's like the type of windows I've heard of that you can only see through one way. 

The guard chains my hands to the back of the chair and leaves. I hear the faint click of the lock behind him. 

I try not to let the fear coursing through my veins show. If there really is people behind that odd window, then they don't need to see how terrified I am. That's something they could take advantage of. 

I hear the click of heels outside my interrogation room, and the door opens soundlessly. A capitol woman with skin so pale it seems transparent and pale blue hair steps in. She looks like she's wearing contacts, with her oddly-shaped pupils and blue eyes to match her hair. And her jawline looks so sharp it could cut diamond. 

All in all, she looks very 'capitol'. She sits down in a chair opposite of mine and rests her elbows on the table. 

I glare at her, but I'm silent. I wait until she talks. 

"Hello, Amethyst. I'm Calliope. It's a pleasure to meet you." She pauses as if this would be the perfect time for us to shake hands, but of course mine are tied. Which is all her fault. 

"It's nice that one of us thinks that," I snarl, wishing I could rip the chains off my wrists and rush out of the dungeon. But of course, that's impossible. I'm not even very strong.

She smiles as if she deals with this every day, and is used to it. Which maybe she is. They must have a lot of prisoners here. Everyone hates the capitol, after all. 

"And I'm assuming that you know why you're here?" she asks, subtly scooting her chair a bit backwards and fiddling with her thumbs. I nod. 

"And you're aware that you violated a major capitol law by endangering your safety and escaping the safe zone the fence provided?" she asks again, probably expecting me to nod. I shake my head. 

"I'm aware that I ran away from the district that hated me, to find my family. I'm completely aware that inside the districts is not safe at all. If it were, children wouldn't be dying from the Hunger Games. No one would be starving or homeless." I stare her straight in the eyes, and she glances over to the window, shaking her head as if responding to something someone in there said. 

"I see that you managed to get yourself injured while you were 'escaping' from your home," she points out, gesturing to my shoulder. I scowl. She's right, but I don't want to admit it. So I stay quiet. 

"Now," she asks, and I know she's about to get to the good part. My heart sinks. "Why, exactly, did you do it? To find your sister and father in District Thirteen? Because if so, that was incredibly foolish. District Thirteen is gone, Amethyst. And do you know what they did?" She pauses, as if I might actually answer. 

"They defied the capitol. They tried to rebel. And so did you, Amethyst. You rebelled, and were helped by civilians in District Eight." She gives me a significant look, and my blood freezes in my veins. I go completely still. 

Did she find out about Twyla and Luis? 

If so, then that's two more people I can add to my kill list. 

"And, obviously, these treasonous actions have to be punished accordingly. So, Twyla and Luis were given their punishments based on their actions. They were executed only a few days ago." Calliope punctuates her comment with a smile, and I glare at her through the tears welling up in my eyes. She killed two innocent people, and is smiling about it? I can't believe these crazy, psychopathic capitol people.

I shut my eyes, trying to stop my tears from falling. It doesn't work, and I can feel the salty, cold tears dripping down my cheeks. I hang my head, facing the ground. 

It feels like my heart is made of glass, and every person who was killed because of me is another stone thrown at it. It's already starting to crack, and soon enough it'll shatter. And I'm not sure there's anything left in the world that can fix it. 

Calliope stands up, pushing her chair in. It brushes my knees, the cold metal ice on my skin. 

"That is all. Again, it was nice meeting you, Amethyst Greenwood." She walks out of the room, closing the door behind her. I sit in my chair, hoping they'll return me to my cell soon. 

Which doesn't happen. It takes them much too long to remember me and move me back to my original cell, and when they do I sit in the corner of the room in a tight ball, crying my heart out. 

Neither Autumn or Myles try to comfort me. I can see they can tell I need space. So they're quiet, letting me cry it all out. 

Which I do. Eventually my sobs reduce to sniffles, and then I'm quiet. 

"Amethyst?" Autumn asks, quietly. I look up, wiping my eyes. 

"What happened in there?" I look at the ceiling, closing my eyes. And I keep them closed when I speak. 

"They interrogated me." I hug myself tighter. "They wanted to know why I left Seven. And they informed me that because of my actions, two innocent people are dead." Neither of them seem to know what to say, but Myles scoots closer to me. 

"Who?" he asks softly. I open my eyes, lowering my head. 

"Twyla and Luis--something. From District Ten. I stayed in their house for a few days. But the capitol found out and executed them. I was so careful, but I guess the capitol knows everything." I re-bury my face in my legs. 

"Would it help to talk about it?" Autumn asks, in the same tone as Myles. I'm not sure. They don't need to know everything about me. I don't want them pitying me. I get enough of that. 

I shake my head. 

"I just need to sleep. I'm sorry. The last few months have been... a lot." That's an understatement. The last few months have been the most eventful and worst of my life. 

Sometimes its just hard to have a heart when you've stopped so many others.