I stared straight forward. The camera was focused on me, and I focused on it. Already I remembered what I was supposed to say, how I was supposed to act. And I would take this over that torture that I was inflicted upon for the past couple days.
Hatred engulfed me as I thought of it, but in the beginning the people told me it was necessary. That Katniss controlled me, made me think that she was on the right side. Said that she used my feelings for her so I would do as she pleased. And they had to break that so I would be righteous, that I would stop Katniss.
Now, I was fully healed. All because I changed for the better. "Action!" A man spoke, letting everyone know that I was going to speak. Without looking at the paper held in the background, I started to speak. Telling Katniss the Capitol's message.
Uncontrollably, I felt a tear roll down my cheek. But why? Why would I feel pity, or fear, or anything else for this girl. A girl setting fire into the Districts- fire of rebellion. I smirked at that thought. That girl on fire, that was her nickname. And now, she was actually setting fire to others, and not herself.
"Again! This time Peeta, I want you to face towards the light a little bit. You need more light." The director said. I moved my chair a little bit and stopped. "Action!" I started to recite the words, and once again I felt a tear roll down my cheek. Maybe it was the spray the dressers put in my eyes to make them non bloodshot.
"Good! That was perfect!" The man said and I stood up.
The smell of food took over my senses and I went over to the food table. There was plenty of food to feed people. Greedily, I took a pile of food and stuffed it into my face. "Peeta. Glad to see you are co-operating." Snow spoke from behind me. I spun around, surprised by this unexpected visit.
"Hello President Snow." I greeted him formally.