They decided to place me in a hospital gown. I was much relived because that means Snow won't degrade me. At least for now. I only been tortured psychologically with the sounds of Johanna's screaming and lack of time.

Peacekeepers visit me at least every 3 hours, cracking whip against my back as I faced the wall with hand-cuff. The pain seem to last for hours at a time even thought it was just mere minutes. After they are done abusing me, a healer comes in to put some type of medication creme on my back and then leaves. It somewhat gives off a burning sensation and then cools down. I guess Snow doesn't want me to be too damaged or this is his sick version of physically torture. However, I am allow to use the bathroom but the thing is they bring me a bedpan and drop it in the middle of the floor and having no choice but to squat down and urinate or have a bowel movement.

I don't know how long I been here.

I don't know if my family and friends are okay.

I don't know if Peeta is okay.

I'm sitting near the corner of the floor, still hand-cuffed staring into the wall. I haven't heard Johanna's screaming in a long time so either they killed her or decide they are not in the mood to torture her.

All I do now is just sit and wait. I day dream about Peeta's paintings and him baking in his parents' shop. I think of Prim milking Lady. Gale and I hunting in the woods. My mother helping others. My father singing and the mockingjays listening to him.

My cell door creaks open, bringing my out of my day dreams. I know who it is. The scent of genetically engineered rose and blood invades my nose and I instantly gulp. I turn my head to see President Snow standing in the doorway with two Peacekeepers. I felt my heart beating fast against my ribcage. What is he going to do? Whip me himself? Get a personal view of my torture and humiliation?

"Hello Ms. Everdeen." he spoke.

"President Snow." I said in a low voice.

"Remember our little chat before the Victory Tour?" he asks as he approaches me. I nod. "Good. Now let's get straight to the point. I guess you're wondering about your family?"

"Y-Yes." I said. I tried my best not to sound desperate.

"Yes what?"

I took a deep breath. "Yes I am wondering about my family."

Snow turns his head and motions the two Peacekeepers to come inside. I noticed that one of the Peacekeepers pushing in a chair with bounds for wrist and ankles. Soon was being hoisted up into the chair by my wrist and I cried out in pain. One Peacekeeper push me into the chair as the other one had me strap into the chair.

Digging into his pocket, Snow pulls out what appears to be a small hologram projector and place it gently at the floor.

"You know...I thought you did cared about your family, especially your sister...Primrose." he said, coughing into his arm. "..after all you DID volunteer to take her place in the 74th Hunger Games. Or was it for the glory? Or an simple act like with you and Mr. Mellark..."

"Don't you hurt my sister!" I shout at him, which earn a hard slap in the face from one of the Peacekeepers. I tasted blood on my tongue.

"It's a bit late for that..." He whispers into my ear.

My eyes widen and felt my heart sink into my stomach. "W-Wha?"

"After your stunt in the Games...hovercrafts flew over District 12 and..." He stops in mid-sentence as the hologram on the floor projects images of District 12. Suddenly Capitol planes appears from the gray dust sky and began to drop bombs. People were screaming and yelling. I was beyond horrified. I watch as flames consuming houses and stores, burning as the sky is filled with black smoke. I heard this awful agony scream and soon I saw people burning like human torches. The fire turning their skin into blurt ash. I quickly turned away and shut my eyes.

"STOP!" I screamed.

But President Snow was no man of mercy. He grab my chin and forced me to watch all those people suffer.

"Look at what you done Katniss." He hiss. "Look at what your act of defiance caused you? It's all your fault, Mockingjay. You are responsible for the death of your entire District."

Warm tears pour down my face. He was right. It was my fault. I caused the death of everyone in District 12. My mom, Prim, Gale, Hazelle, Rory, Vick, Posy, Greasy Sae and everyone else. I couldn't protect them. I let them die like I let Rue die.

"And to think, they left there faith into the hands of a mere child." Snow spat before walking away with the Peacekeepers and shutting my door.

Peeta

A month. I have been held hostage by the Captiol for a month. They kept me in a small cold cell next to Johanna. Everyday I would be pounding against my cell wall, screaming at them to stop torturing her. I haven't heard about Katniss and I'm somewhat worried. I knew they wouldn't kill her right away but I'm scared of what they are hurting with and for how long.

I'm in shackles, both wrist and ankles when the Peacekeeper comes in with a whip. I have gotten used to them by now. The pain now seems dull. I think my back has nerve damage. However he doesn't used the whip on me. Instead he gets me up onto my feet and escorts me out. The brightness of the hallway lights blinds me for a moment as my eyes adjust to the lighting. They walk me down the hallway for 5 minutes before stopping at a door. The Peacekeeper opens it and pushes me inside.

The room was a bit bigger than my cell but still the same. I heard something flying above me. Looking up I saw a Jabberjay. It looks at me before its beak open wide letting out a female human scream. It was Katniss crying out my name.

This isn't real. It's a illusion. I think.

But it can't be illusion. As far as I know, Katniss is here with me in the Captiol. I wanted to cover my ears but I can't. Guilt over whelmed me mixing with anger.

"Let her go Snow!" I yelled. "She doesn't know anything! I don't know anything!"

Then I heard screams of my parents and older brothers. I fell onto my knees, gritting my teeth and slamming my fist into the floor. "Why are you doing this?!"

All I could think is how sorry I am.

To my family.

To Katniss.