Okay guys, this is just a little monologue-y thing set just after they had won the 74th Games, but just before the train back to 12. Think of it as just the thoughts of Peeta Mellark.
People always think of Peeta as a very... calm being. But this shows his real anger, the anger that he would never dare voice aloud to anyone. It's a one-shot, so don't expect anything else!
She manipulated me.
She took my love for her and seemingly returned it: for food. For sponsors.
But how could I hate the one I love? I survived these games solely because of her.
It's true that without the sponsors, I would be packed in a coffin and on a train home to District 12 right now.
But that means nothing to me.
Living in a world where Katniss Everdeen acknowledged me for bread, where I would admire her singing in assembly; a world of mere possibilities is better than a world of knowing. Knowing that it could never happen.
Travelling back to District 12 will be agony. But I knew as soon as we won that it was a joke. I knew as soon as Claudius Templesmith announced that the previous revision had been reconsidered. It was all a game! The finale wasn't the mutts capturing us. It wasn't looking deep into their eyes and being taunted by the memory of each contestant we'd killed, or watched die. It was this. Making the star crossed lovers battle for life: against each other. But how could either of us live with that on our conscience? The Gamemakers never intended for us to have our previous lives back. They intended to twist us, shatter us until the pieces would be too alien for any use. They wanted a show.
I remember drawing my knife, with every intention of throwing it as far away as I could. I would not accept their terms. Putting 24 teenagers into an arena every year was cruel, but this was diabolical. I remember turning around and witnessing Katniss with her bow drawn, the tip of her arrow pointing at my chest: my heart. She intended to kill me to get what she wanted.
She didn't love me! She had never reciprocated! We were only pretend.
Poor little make-believe Peeta
I had it, had her, then she let me go.
The girl on fire. When people mention her as this, they forget one thing: Fire can burn.
Hers had burnt me.
The worst thing about her betrayal is the fact that I felt something. The moment we kissed in the cave, I felt the fire in my heart shoot through my veins and pierce my brain. And I wanted more. At that moment, I thought that I would always want more. I thought that she cared for me; that she felt it too! But she hadn't. The moment that we felt freedom in our grasp, she had turned on me. Because-
She'd already taken what she wanted.
Taken advantage of my feelings.
She manipulated me.
Tell me now, Katniss: Real, or not real?
So what did you think? xD
It was really fun writing this, and I hope you guys enjoyed it! Review, and check out my other Hunger Games fiction, I haven't added anything to it for a while, but I'm planning on updating it soon!
Cheers for all your support!
Meg xx