Tortured, beaten, and hijacked using tracker jacker venom, I survived. I, Peeta Mellark, and a survivor. But only a survivor by forgetting and hating the one person who I loved... Katniss.


6. Rescued

How much longer? How long has it been? There wasn't any pain, except cold. My stomach was empty and I was dehydrated. Were they finally letting me die? "Peeta?" I was my name again. I looked at the door, expecting someone to come in. "Peeta?" Whose voice was that? The door opened and a black figure emerged from the bright light. "Oh my God." The person cursed and hollered out for others to come.

Was I being rescued? Please let it be that way... Others filed in and they all said the same thing or almost close to it. "Ok. On the count of three! One... Two....Three!" The first guy said. My body was being lifted and pain flared in me. I let out a scream but it was muffled by the hands of someone.

Where were they taking me? Once again, I was left in the darkness and I entered outside.


I woke up in bright light. My body was feeling better, and it felt like I actually ate. Slowly, I looked around and noticed I was in a make shift hospital room. So I was rescued... But by who?

Then it hit me. The only other people capable of being able to save me besides the capitol, is 13. They must have survived, they did survive. They were alive and had weapons and transportation. That means...

The door opened and she came running in. Mixed emotions were on her face along with tears. "Peeta!" Katniss screamed out.

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