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Peeta Mellark in the Hands of the Capitol

July 31, 2012
By firelord SILVER, Queensbury, New York
firelord SILVER, Queensbury, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less travelled by, and that has made all the difference." -Robert Frost

I wake up every day not knowing the date, or the day of the week for that matter. My skin has become paler and the areas under my eyes are now purple with bruising and fatigue. Scars cover my body from whips and handcuffs. My voice is hoarse from screaming and every muscle I have screams with pain right down to the fibers they’re composed of. Being a prisoner of the Capitol is by far the worst thing anyone could experience. It’s designed to break you; to change your perception of life and your memories become altered into false truths. The thing is, it’s next to impossible to break me. My district was burned to the ground and I know my parents are dead. So there’s no going back to whatever life I had after the Games. Both of them. The woman I’ve been in love with since day one, that girl on fire, is my enemy now. My love for her has disappeared into oblivion along with my past. She let the Capitol have me. She gave me to them. Katniss…even her name sounds vile. Treacherous snake. I hate her! It’s frustrating to do nothing about it! Why am I even here? To be broken. So I reveal the rebels’ plans to overthrow President Snow. I don’t know anything. I’ve told them that before. The Capitol has a system; they only torture you so much and then they perform “experiments.” From what I’ve heard from other cellmates, the venom from tracker jackers is used to alter my reality and memories. It must have worked. I can’t find one good memory I had with Katniss. She was my enemy at the reaping, during the Games, and she still is.
The woman in the cell next to mine…Johanna is it? Yes. She screams, too. That noise has become so familiar it’s practically engraved into my brain. She’s resilient, I’ll give her that. Even a tougher nut to crack than I am. But even she can’t withstand Capitol torture for that long. Her screams tell of heartbreak and pain of the worst kind. She’s built such a thick shell around herself so no emotion escapes. She’s a true hard a**. A rebel. A victor.
I’m brutally woken up daily by Peacekeepers storming into my room and yanking me out of bed. I’m lucky if I even get a small portion of bread for breakfast. Bread…fire…what? The weirdest thing just happened. Deep within the recesses of my memory well I felt something tugging at me, something called hope. I know the truth. There is no hope for me or for the rebels. They’ll lose as the Capitol always wins. And when they win, I’ll be of no use. I’m at their disposal so what does it matter if I’m dead? I all ready am. I’m sorry, Cato. I finally understand what you were trying to say that day.
Lost in this mind and lost in this building. I can’t tell up from down or left from right. Skin bruised and I’m caked with dry blood. The last thing I see is a dark bag being placed over my head as I’m dragged into a room. A needle is stuck into my arm which releases a liquid that leaves me paralyzed and completely drains any willpower I had left. Who…who am I?
My name is Peeta Mellark. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. Home doesn’t exist. I was in the Hunger Games. Twice. The Capitol is out to break me. The Capitol is the only way of life now. I hate Katniss Everdeen. It is for the benefit of Panem that she is dead. I hope she is.

The author's comments:
Just a short piece on Peeta's time as a Capitol prisoner after the force field blew up in the Quarter Quell arena. I did my best to convey the emotions he would have felt; both his own and the hijacked ones.

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on Oct. 22 2015 at 9:10 pm
Kiera1332 BRONZE, The Colony, Texas
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... Suzanne needs to write one of these, although I almost doubt her ablility to make it better. *sobs* :) GREAT JOB!!!!!!!!!

rroland GOLD said...
on Aug. 6 2012 at 7:55 pm
rroland GOLD, Cazenovia, New York
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Favorite Quote:
We except the love we think we deserve

wow this is amazing.i LOVE the Hunger Games and i have always wanted to know peetas perspective