The Baby Mocking Jay Chapter one:

(A.N) I can't believe it! Part Two! I'm so sorry for the wait but I've had a lot going on in my life recently… sorry. But here it is! Chapter one:

Katniss POV

"Where are they?" the inquisitor spits at me. I sigh in exasperation. I've told them a thousand times, but I have to tell them again.

"I don't know."

The Inquisitor spits at my feet. I lean back in my chair. My hands are cuffed to the chair arms and my legs have been trapped by my sides. I try to wiggle my toes but almost all of my circulation is cut off. Soon I'll be losing toes as well as my patience.

"You must know." He presses. The inquisitor stands in front of me. I close my eyes, The Inquisitor isn't much to look at, big round glasses sit on a long and pudgy nose, balding head, dark slits for eyes, and a big muscled body. Like Snow, he carries the stench of roses and blood.

"I've told you I don't!" I finally scream. Tears well in my eyes, my hormones have been racing lately. I'm nearly five months pregnant now. It's been three months since Peeta was carried away with the rebels. Leaving me here. "I never knew they would come for him!"

The Inquisitor rolls his eyes, as if he's wondering where I got the nerve to yell at him.

"I think that you did. I think you were in league with them, and now that they kept Peeta instead of you; you're determined to keep their secret." He smiles and perfect white smile that makes me cringe.

He slowly takes a step toward me. He leans down until his head is level with mine and I can smell the pungent odder of roses and blood rolling off him.

"You'll break. If only for your baby's life." He smiles as he leans up. Hot tears roll down my face; I've been threatened like this before and they haven't done anything, but I don't want to take any chances.

The Inquisitor steps over to the guards by the door.

"Take her back to her room. She needs time to sleep." With that The Inquisitor leaves me with the guards who very rudely yank me by the arms out of the seat and down the white washed hall. We leave get into the elevator and they position me facing the back wall, making sure I can't see the buttons.

The elevator moves down slowly. Past more floors than I can count. I'm almost positive the whole building is under ground because we're passes over twenty floors by the time we reach mine. My floor is more of a hallway set off the elevator, with my solitary door at the end of the completely white hall.

My room has white marble floors and soft white walls like in a mental hospital. Without windows and only the harsh florescent lights and small bed in the corner my room is completely bare of anything personal but me.

The guards shove me in the room and lock the sliding door with seven clicks.

I slump into the small bed and curl in on myself. My bump is bigger than my index finger now and I can wrap my arms around it like I'm hugging someone. I am hugging someone. Someone who will be born no matter if I have to lie about everything.

I make a silent promise to myself that I'll get out of here.

Peeta POV

I stare at my walls. At my hands. At the many doctors passing by.

There's nothing to take my mind off her. Everything reminds me of here. a few days ago I saw a nurse with long dark hair in a braid and I cried and hugged her because I thought it was her. That was about the time they sent me to the mental ward.

Here, the walls are soft, I get pills every hour on the hour, and only the nurses and doctors can see me.

"Tell me what you miss most about her." My psychotherapist asks again. I have to see Mr. Bucktail once every day.

"Everything…" my voice is less than a croak. The big window adjacent to me lets me watch the world go by, nurses carrying handfuls of blankets to patents, doctors rushing around looking at clip boards…

Someone walks by the window with oddly familiar blond hair… Prim!

"Prim!" I leap out of my seat and run to the window, I bang my hands and scream at her; she has to look at me, has to see me, has to know how much I miss her sister. "Prim! Please help me!" I scream.

Behind me Mr. Bucktail asks the guards to take me back to my room. Apparently I need rest.

Finally Prim turns around. But when she does it's not her, it's just a blond haired nurse with blue eyes and is abnormally small.

Strong hands encase my arms and drag me away. I don't fight… where is Prim? Where is Katniss? Where is anyone who shares my pain?

The guards place my lightly in my bed and leave, my head still spins but in the solitude of my soft room I have nothing to focus on. All I see is her terrified face when Finnick blew up the wall. I wonder what they're doing to her…

I start to cry and don't stop until they put me to sleep for the night.

(A.N) and she comes back better than ever! I bought it was a bit sad but It gets better I promise!