THG: MJ: Recovered, working
Mar. 24th, 2015 10:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amichanI don't know these people. I don't know these people. They say I'm safe but I don't know these people. They insist; but who are they? White walls. Grey walls. Those things I recognize. Medical equipment is equipment. These things are familiar but people no.
Stay still.
Watch.
Wait.
Things don't burn me but they ache.
"Peeta," soft, breathy, relief.
That voice. A trick. Always a trick.
Watch. Wait. Where is she? Where is threat?
I can play too. Get close before...all shaky breaths and fake happiness, good mutt actress waiting to strike and break me.
Not this time. Not this time.
Hands around her throat before she can strike. Shock on her face. Good. I have upper hand this time. She gags, struggles, rolls. I'm thrown, strike back. She's reeling from the attack and I get her again before she has a chance to turn. No more claws. Not this time. Not again.
But then darkness and nothing.
Stay still.
Watch.
Wait.
Things don't burn me but they ache.
"Peeta," soft, breathy, relief.
That voice. A trick. Always a trick.
Watch. Wait. Where is she? Where is threat?
I can play too. Get close before...all shaky breaths and fake happiness, good mutt actress waiting to strike and break me.
Not this time. Not this time.
Hands around her throat before she can strike. Shock on her face. Good. I have upper hand this time. She gags, struggles, rolls. I'm thrown, strike back. She's reeling from the attack and I get her again before she has a chance to turn. No more claws. Not this time. Not again.
But then darkness and nothing.