Friend or Foe? Chapter 15, a hunger games fanfic

Hey guys so you will be sad and maybe a little shocked to know that this will be the last chapter of this Fanfiction. I am actually almost crying as I am writing this because I have enjoyed this story so much and it has been such an emotional roller coaster for the characters (especially Katniss) the readers which is you all and also me. I hope this ending will be good and it will be very effective. You never know, I might start writing another story in a couple of months after my mock exams are over or during the summer holidays when I am completely free. I don't want to move on and let this story go lol

So anyway, I know you are all dying to know how I am finishing this or are wondering how I will. I have actually planned the ending ever since the first chapter and I am scared but excited to finally write it. Goodbye everyone until we meet again (well you can still PM me anytime if you wanna talk I try to be friendly haha)

Chapter 15

As I slowly opened one eye, I faintly saw what was in the room that I was held in. I noticed a row of cabinets at my left and a small table which seemed to be filled with medical equipment at my right. I slowly opened the other eye and I got a clearer picture. I seemed to be in some sort of hospital room. I looked at my arm and I saw a small tube that was connected to a IV drip. There was also a heart monitor at the side next to it. My heart at the moment seemed to be beating normally.

I sat up and noticed that the room as a whole looked completely different to any of the rooms in the mansion in the Capitol where I was before. It looked nothing like them. Where the hell was I?

"Hello Katniss." i suddenly noticed a woman coming over to me who had a uniform on. She looked like a nurse. I wondered why it was grey instead of white. Nurses usually wear white uniforms don't they?

"Hello." I replied back warily. I didn't trust this person even if she did look okay. I was in a place I have never been before. I didn't trust anyone here.

"I was the nurse who treated you." She said. She sat on the edge of my bed and looked into my eyes. "You were fine for the rescue but as soon as you were brought in here you just lost it. You went crazy."

"I-i don't remember." I muttered. It's true. I didn't. I didn't know what happened. I just remember a bag going over my head as I was walking in the mansion to find President Snow and I was told I was going to be rescued. Then I woke up here.

"I know you don't." The nurse said softly and sat at the edge of my bed. She had a kind face and very rosy cheeks. When she smiled at me I almost felt the urge to smile back. "I didn't think you would. People who end up like that often don't remember anything. Although I don't know what's wrong with you."

I didn't know what was wrong with me either. I could still feel it inside of me. I could still feel it in my system. This monster. Just waiting to unleash itself. Waiting for the right time. I clenched my fists again and the nurse looked concerned.

"I do this to stop...to stop whatever it is that's wrong with me from coming back out." I explained hesitantly. She nodded as if she understood. She didn't understand. She couldn't possibly understand what it's like. Being this unpredictable.

We sat there for a little while in silence. I was still wondering where I was but I knew better than to ask. I was in a hospital. I was safe. That's all I needed to know right now.

I looked at the tube on my arm. "Do I still need this?"

The nurse shrugged. "I don't think so. You are a lot better now. And your heart rate also seems pretty fine to me."

I sat there awkwardly as the nurse came over to me and gently took the tube off from where it was taped on the side of my arm. We both breathed a sigh of relief.

"I think we need to take a few x-rays though." The nurse said. "Don't worry, they aren't painful."

"Have I broken anything?" I asked her. A little worried as she was asking for an x-ray.

"Not recently but I noticed that you have quite a few bruises. On your face and other places on your body." The nurse replied. "And your leg seemed to be a little dodgy. It looks like it was damaged a while ago but you limp a bit."

I nodded. There wasn't anything else to say. I didn't know where those bruises came from and I certainly didn't know what happened to my leg.

"Your eyes as well." The nurse suddenly said. "The skin around one of them seems to be a little sensitive. It seems as if you used to have a black eye."

I still didn't say anything. I didn't know why it was like that either.

She helped me slowly get myself off the bed and then she took me to a machine which was for x-rays at the other end of the room. I stared into space the entire time and I was only brought back to reality when she showed me the pictures on a small screen.

My vital organs looked fine. Non damaged. My legs did look a little dodgy in places as the nurse said but she said I was fine apart from bruises. And I looked a little thin. My body was mostly fine but my mind wasn't.

"The other two victors were rescued too. Johanna and Annie. You are all going to be fine. Well as fine as you can be." The nurse said reassuringly. I knew I should feel some sort of happiness and relief that they were rescued too but for some reason I didn't feel anything.

I was just so confused.

When she was done showing me the photos, I sat on the edge of my bed and started staring into space again. Staring. Staring. Staring at nothing but concentrating hard. I was trying so hard not to flip out again. I didn't want to hurt the nurse. She seemed nice.

One hour passed. No one seemed to be allowed in here except from the nurses and doctors. It was probably some sort of safety precaution. And then another.

Until I looked outside a small window which was across from me at eye level as I sat there and I suddenly saw someone. I recognised them from a memory as Finnick. Annie suddenly appeared out of nowhere and she ran up to him. They were hugging and sobbing. Finnick was pulling Annie into his arms and she looked like the happiest person in the world. A few seconds passed of them having a wonderful reunion and then I heard my door open. It opened slowly and a little hesitantly.

"Katniss?" The voice said. The voice sounded so familiar. It sounded oh so familiar.

It was the voice from my memory. It was the voice that rocked me to my core. It was the voice I hated. It was the voice that told me so many horrible things. It was the voice that I wanted to stop. It was the voice I wanted to stop working. It was the voice I wanted to stop hurting me.

I unclenched my fists as I felt the monster coming to resurface again. I felt it awaking. I felt it going through my entire body. It was making the hairs on my arms and legs stand up on end. I felt my hands starting to shake. Starting to shake with anger. Starting to shake with rage. I couldn't stop it now. I couldn't stop it even if I wanted to. This monster of rage.

"Katniss? Are you okay?" The voice said again. I could feel the owner of that voice coming close to me. And closer. And closer.

He was right behind me. Peeta was behind me.

My heart started pounding violently in my chest and my breathing became extremely irregular. I felt everything. Every memory of him. How he treated me. How he laughed at me. How he used to tear me down piece by piece like I was just a speck of dirt on his shoe. How he tried to kill me so many times. So many fucking times.

"Katniss?" He was calling my name again. "Katniss? Why won't you answer me? Katniss?"

My heart was beating so loudly as I felt myself turning round. Very slowly. Turning round to face him. I saw his face. He looked at me with pity. He looked at me like he felt sorry for me. It made me even more angry. He had no right to do that. He had no fucking right.

When I finally faced him. We looked at each other. Right at each other. Like there was no one else in the room. The rage was building up inside of me. I was trying so hard not to scream. I started clenching my fists again but I felt myself losing my sanity as I was looking straight at him. I was looking straight at my enemy.

Was he a friend or a foe? No. That was never a question. He was always the foe. Always.