Four days pass, with no sign that anyone else is even in the building with Johanna and me. No food, no water, nothing. All I can do is think, and even that is a great challenge. The pain in my stomach and the dryness of my throat makes it impossible to even talk to Johanna through the wall. It's so silent over there, I think she might be dead, until I hear her stirring in her sleep. As if we could sleep.
At the crack of dawn, a peacekeeper unlocks my cell door with a loud jolt. I wish I could stand, to show off my strength, but they have taken that away from me as well.
"Peeta Mellark, stand." His voice is short, loud, and strained. I stay crouched where I am for a few seconds, wondering if he has anything to give me; if Snow is showing mercy. Big mistake.
"Stand!" He says again, brining his gun up to my head. I look up at him, daring the trigger to be pulled.
"You can't. You know you can't." I say nonchalantly, with a small smirk that makes every muscle in my body scream. But I don't care. I don't care about anything at the moment, just the constant hunger is reminding me I even human anymore. Inside, I really do hope he has food. The gun's barrel moves, but the butt of it hits my head, sending any thoughts I had whirling, trying to find order back inside my brain.
"I wouldn't talk like that." An arm grabs mine, and I'm being yanked off the floor in an instant. For a moment, I think I'm going to die from exhaustion, but then he lets me back on my feet, and I have to stand myself.
With two guards in front, and two behind me, I'm lead to a place that only exists in my imagination. They said Snow wanted to speak with me, and that can only mean two things: either something really good, or I'm just headed for my death on my own feet. Not that I could afford to fight now. Then I lose all chances of getting the good end of the deal.