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Ready

I slowly open my eyes to stare at what I suppose is my mother talking to Haymitch on the other far end of this too perfect room. It's too white! No doors or windows. But I know better. It reminds me of stuff, horrible stuff if I may say, just that the medicine that keeps me going back into sleep seems to not let me remember. Haymitch looks upset, and, am I hallucinating or is he sober? It's been a while since I last saw him this sober. And let's face it, hallucinating may just be it. My mother keeps shaking her. Out of what? I have no idea.

I wished I was close enough to hear their conversation. That, fortunately, won't be necessary anymore since Haymitch is now getting angry and is about to start yelling. I'm glad because even though I just woke up, I'm exhausted, and I didn't feel like jumping out of bed to spy on them, and since they are in my room, they would notice if I made a move.

Haymitch is raising his voice and I'm able to catch a part of what he's saying. "…might need to abort the whole rebellion thing if Katniss is not ready! You need to get her better! Soon!"

Abort? The rebellion? What is Haymitch talking about? And who says I'm not ready? I'm ready! I'm about to yell at him when my mother starts talking in loud whispers at him. It's obvious that she is getting tired of Haymitch.

"Katniss is under a state of depression! I cannot just wrap her in bandages and hope for her to heal! It's not that way Haymitch! And why do you need her for the rebellion? There are many people here who would just start firing their guns at the Capitol the moment you request it! So why do you need her?" She is shouting by now in frustration.

Wow. I had never seen that expression of determination in my mother's face when talking to someone, or may I say arguing. I have just seen it when there is a sick or wounded person and she is doing whatever she can to heal them. Those moments were when I thought she was actually a strong person, able to defend herself, but I thought I knew better. Now, seeing her like this gives me confidence, confidence that she had not been able to give me after my father's death.

Depression? Oh, now I remember. I feel a bang of pain in my chest as I slowly realize what she is talking about. The Quell. District 12 destroyed. My house destroyed. And I mean the one that was ours before I won The Hunger Games, for the first time. The one in the Victor's Village wasn't our home. It didn't feel like home. The woods. The hob, even though it was burned by the peacekeepers before. Peacekeepers. What an irony, they brought anything but peace. Darius, one of our old peacekeepers, who became an Avox after trying to stop Gale's whipping.

Gale. There goes another, harder bang to my chest. My hunting partner, my confidant, my best friend. He made it but I haven't seen him since I've been in 'a state of depression' as my mother likes to call it.

Everything destroyed. That is why this room looks so familiar. It looks like the room where the doctors took me to heal after I had won the first Hunger Games. Let's face it, it reminds me of how scared I was for Peeta, if he had made it. Peeta. Peeta!

That's when I feel another bang, twice as hard as the last one in the chest. Peeta. My suppose lover and by now my suppose 'husband'. I'm still very confused on what I feel for him. But let's face it, if it wasn't for him, I would have died when I was twelve. My savior. Peeta is out there, captured by the Capitol. Being tortured. Physically. Mentally! Who knows how! I feel my eyes watering, but no. My mom cannot be right! I'm not in a state of depression!

"Katniss has to go! The people will think that if their leaders don't go, in this case being Katniss, then why should they go? Besides, she's better than two weeks ag…" Haymitch stops talking and both my mother and him turn around to look at me as I stand up and make my way to them.

Haymitch is right. I knew this of course, but now hearing him saying it, I somehow believe it more. I hold back my tears because if I led them flow, it will be prooved that my mother is right and I'm not ready. But the question is who cares? Who cares if I'm ready or not? What is important is getting Peeta back! To make the Capitol pay for what they have done. For all the death's of those innocent children. For Cato, Clove, Foxface, Glimmer. For Thresh. But most of all, for Rue. And now with Peeta being tortured by the Capitol? Who knows how much longer he will survive! No, I won't let them take him away from me too.

"I'm ready." I'm surprised to hear how serious my voice came out. You can see Haymitch smile a bit and my mom is about to argue when I cut her off. "No, I need to go. I'm in no state of depression as you say I am, mom. Haymitch is right. I need to be strong for everyone out there. For Prim. For Posy, Vick, Rory. For Peeta." Right there without warning, a small tear falls at the mention of his name, but I don't break into sobs as my mother would have expected. I stayed there, waiting for her to challenge me.

To my surprise, she just nods her head and gives me a hug. I return it, and not because I'm forced to return, but because right now I need a mother.

With that done, Haymitch tells me to get ready. Ugh, that word again. Can't they use something else? Anyways, then he says that he will come for me in an hour.

With that in mind, I go take a shower, where I let out all the pain I had been holding in front of my mother and Haymitch. And for some strange reason, when I finish, I feel relief. Not like other times that I would cry and cry and when I stopped I would still have the feeling to keep crying.

Now I feel like I will finally do something to get him back. The Capitol will suffer for whatever they have done to him. It's not enough to send Peeta and myself to The Hunger Games, not only once, but twice? They have done too much damage. Not just to me, but also to Peeta, and to all the families of the children that have died in The Hunger Games! I promise that they'll suffer. President Snow. I swear, with all my might.

He will suffer.