The crap that pins me shifted. There is more pressure in some places and less in others. Damn, what happened. Oh God, did the rest of the building collapse or did the other one come down too. It's too much to handle. I have to think about the job in front of me, getting out.
I do have more movement with my right hand. I can get to my flashlight. I turn it on. It lights up my immediate area. I'm up against a stainless steel door. There is debris all around me. Other than that, nothing. And the pressure on my chest hasn't gotten any better.
I wonder how long I've been here. It's been awhile. I can't see my watch on my left wrist. I hate not knowing what time it is. I'm obsessive about it. And to make matters worse. I have to pee. I have to hold it in. I can't pee, not now. The pressure is unbearable. Oh damn. Damn. Damn. I can't hold it in anymore. Oh, here it comes. I'm peeing on myself. I can feel the warm liquid running down my leg and into my shoes. Yuck. This is disgusting. But it could be worse. At least now I know I have feeling in my feet. My back might be hurt but, it's not broken. I can wiggle my toes, my right arm works and I can wiggle my left hand. That's good.
It is so quiet. Like one of those sensory deprivation tanks. They put you in complete darkness and silence. I imagine that leaves you a lot of time with your thoughts. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" A loud whine comes from my radio. What is that? "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" There it goes again. I got it. They're running feedback through my radio. That's pretty smart. But can they hear it? "Hello. Can you hear us?"
Damn. I can't call back. Think Kat think. My flashlight. I turn it on and smack it against the door. bang... bang... bang... bang... bang... bang. I stop and listen for an answer. Nothing. I'll try again. bang... bang... bang... bang... bang... bang. I listen again. Still nothing. Oh God, maybe I just imagined it. No I don't believe that. I heard something. I know I did. I hit the door again bang... bang... bang... bang... bang... bang...
"Hello. Hello. Hello. Can you hear us?" bang... bang... bang... bang... bang... "We can hear you." Oh God they hear me. Thank God. bang... bang... bang... bang... bang... "We can hear you." bang... bang... bang... bang... bang...
Come on Katniss. Hang on a little while longer. You'll get out of this. You'll see everyone again. Peeta, Mom, Dad, Prim.
"Hey fatso, don't jump in the swimming pool you'll drain all the water out."
"MOM! Katniss is going to eat us out of house and home!"
"DAD! Katniss is drunk!"
"MOM AND DAD! Katniss had a boy over while babysitting!"
I really do want to see that skinny bitch of a sister again.
"If you can hear us, we're going to start moving debris to get to you." bang... bang... bang... bang... bang... I signal back to them.
Being trapped under tons of concrete and steel makes you wonder. Did I make the right decision joining the department and not going for my master's. If I had stayed in school I would have been there today, or working in some coffee shop in the Village. My mother certainly would have been happier. I remember overhearing them talk about me and the department.
"Frank! I can't believe you're letting her be a cop!" My mother said to my father.
"I'm not 'letting' her do anything Rose! She's an adult. She can make up her own mind."
"You could discourage her. Tell her what a horrible job it is. The hours are bad. The working conditions suck. Anything! I got it! Tell her men cops hate woman cops!"
"Rose, you're talking nonsense! I'm not going to say that! Forget it!"
"Okay, call in a few favors and have them say she got a bad score. That she failed the test."
"Now you're talking like a crazy woman." I was about to enter the room screaming at her when I heard, "Frank, I've spent all these years worrying about you. Not knowing whether you'll make it home alive. And now I have to worry about Katniss also. I don't think I can take it." I watched my father take my mother in her arms and accept her tears.
"Hey lard ass! Wake up!" I open my eyes. "SHUT UP PRIM!" For a second I forgot where I was. I wish I was with Peeta. I finally have him. After so many years of having a crush on him he's mine now. We've only been together a couple of years. It can't end now. That New Year's Eve party at Madge's seems like it was just yesterday.
"Hey, it's almost midnight. Let's go downstairs." He said to me. "Can we stay upstairs?"
"Sure." 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Happy New Years. The cheers from downstairs were loud. "Happy New Year." I said to Peeta. "Happy New Year." He said back. I kissed him. It was a small little peck on the lips. It was the sort of kiss that you gave a friend. As I pulled back we continued to look in each other's eyes. He leaned in and kissed me. I froze. I never even closed my eyes. When he pulled back he caressed my cheek with his hand. He was so gentle, so soft. I looked up at him, put my arms around his neck, got on my tip toes and kissed him. He put his strong arms around my waist and lifted me slightly off the floor and closer to him. That was the most passionate kiss I have ever had. It is deep and long. I didn't want to stop, but we had to come up for air. I shivered. He put his jacket around me.
Yes, just like it was yesterday.