The Hunger Games trilogy is owned by Suzanne Collins, but in my world, Peeta is love.
Thanks to InstantKarmaGirl for the encouragement and friendship. Thanks to my DPHs for loving me.
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My eyes open and I immediately panic. Katniss! It's too quiet. I realize I'm here alone. Where is she? Think, Peeta.
I close my eyes again. I remember the berries and Claudius Templesmith's voice announcing us the winners. We were both lifted from the arena in the hovercraft. Katniss is alive. Breathe.
My breathing slows down after a minute. I don't recognize this place. It's cold and sterile. Where is the warmth of the body I am used to feeling next to me?
I scan the room looking for something, a clue that will tell me where I am and why I'm here. It's only white.
I sit up and feel the hardness of the table I'm lying on. My movement makes the sheet covering my lower half shift and fall to the floor.
The light shimmering off of the metal catches my eye. What have they done to me? A Capitol alteration I don't want! My blood is not flowing through it. I'm incomplete.
My heart races, and my breathing stutters. I don't register the footsteps, but see orange hair and a white mask. I feel the cold needle sliding into my vein.