Hola! This is my first story on this account ... so be nice ;) & I'm only 14, and have NO experience of this haha! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing of The Hunger Games, it all belongs to Suzanne Collins. I only own the plotline.
PS: If I get reviews for this I may continue this into a multi-chapter. But right now it remains a one-shot.
It shot at me. It ran through my vains, stayed in my mind until I felt like I was going to explode. Prim. My Prim, burning to death before my eyes, begging for my help, and I tried to, but I failed. I failed my little sister, I let her die when I could have tried harder, I have nobody to blame but myself. Because it was me.
I scream and scream until my voice gives up. I kick the sheets off the bed and somehow, I stop when I feel 2 strong, securing arms around me, keeping me safe, whispering in my ear and kissing my forehead multiple times. Peeta. We go through this routine every night I have nightmares. My screams wake my neighbor up, and he doesn't come over to tell me to be quiet, but to comfort me, at 3am, 2am, sometimes during the darkest hours, Peeta can stay at my house for weeks, comforting me, helping me eat, but I can't. I don't deserve any of it. The people that have died for me, and I let them down. My sister, who had so much to live for, died ... and I blame myself. For everything.
"I can't do this anymore, Peeta." I whisper quiet enough so he can't hear me. "How have you survived all these years since her death?" he replies.
"I never have, I'm as good as dead without her, I don't deserve to be here." I sob. We stay silent for a few minutes, an hour, a few hours, I don't know. Peeta runs his hand across my cheek, lifting my chin up to face him, and says, "Nobody deserves to live the life you have, or mine, or anybody elses. Nobody deserves to go through what we did, maybe Prim died and you lived, but right now instead of crying and mourning over everybody's death ..." He pauses. "Just smile. It would be what Prim would want, she never liked seeing you sad, and when she did, she would always try to make you smile again. And since she is not here to do that for you, do it yourself. Prim doesn't want to watch you in this way and not be able to do anything about it, be strong, for her, for Finnick, for Boggs, for everyone that died because of the Capitol." I'm quiet for a minute realizing what Peeta has said. Letting it sink in, before moving in to kiss him. It's the most emotional kiss we have ever had, because I feel a tear sliding down my cheek, but then realize it is not my tear, but Peetas.
I wake up the next morning, and see Peeta is already up, most likely baking in the kitchen. I rise and sit up on the bed, still half asleep, my eyes still closed. And that's when I feel two hands on either side of my cheeks. Peeta. He presses his lips to mine, gently. My fingers find his hair and I brush through it, kissing him back. He pulls away to say, "Good morning." and flashes that innocent smile of his.