Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They all belong to Suzanne Collins. Based on the book The Hunger Games (Post-Mockingjay)
I crash through the woods. Searching. Searching for what? There's no one left. They are either some where else or dead. Cold shoots through my veins and I fall. I fall into darkness.
There is a light. My Dad use to tell me that when people die there's a bright light. He use to tell me these things that I thought were useless and a waste of time. There's nothing left to live for. Nothing for me. No one there for me. Wait. There is someone but I don't think we'll be able to repair. He's gone. My precious dandelion. What about Haymitch? No. He's always drunk. Gale? He hasn't bothered to show up any where but on television talking about exploding the mines or something. I only catching little bits of what he says without storming out of the room crying because he abandoned me. Prim? Tears fill my eyes knowing my little duck will never quack again. My mother? I haven't talked to her in what seems like forever.
Enough of self-pity. I need to open my eyes.
3...2...1.
Peeta's eyes are the first thing I find. He stares at me in worry and his sparkles making them more beautiful and unrealistic. I do without thinking reach for his hand and when I realize what I am doing, I pull my hand away. I'm not letting him know how long and lonely I've been and the way his touch makes my skin tingle with warmth. I will not let him make me melt into him. Instead, I turn away and grumble something about food. Peeta gets up and pats my leg. Moments later he returns with fresh baked bread. He hands me a slice and I shove it down in one bite. I don't care if I am not attractive. I'm not here for the boy with the bread who saved my life when we were younger. I actually don't know why I am here but I refuse to talk to anyone.
He watches me. My every move. I'm not moving, though. I give up and lay down and nestle into a comftortable position for sleep. Peeta leans in to kiss my forehead but I swat him away and he leaves. Then, something unexpected happens. I'm shocked. Is this even possible? She's so real. She's right there in front of me. In her Reaping outfit and two braids. And a little duck tail in the back. I scream.
"Shut your mouth and get some rest, Sweetheart." A drunk Haymitch says as he stumbles in and out of the door. I fall back into the darkness of sleep.
It's winter. I remember now. I was running to nothing and I fell. I gave up hope and let myself die in the snow. Only, I didn't die. Someone saved me.
"Please talk to me, Katniss." Peeta pleads.
His eyes are full of worry but they are so beautiful in the light. I can't take my eyes off of him. I watch him. I know he knows I am because he holds eye contact with me the entire time and never looks away. How can he do this? How can I? What has he ever done to me? I want answers but not from him. I'm afraid I might ask something with a deeper answer. I can't. I can't even talk to him. So, I fall asleep hoping someone else would be at my bed side in the morning.
"Look who decided to wake up. You scared the boy away." Haymitch grumbles.
I don't open my eyes though. I don't even move. He must sense I am awake some how.
"Look, Sweetheart, if you don't want to talk, that's fine. You're kinda scaring everyone though. Do your toes hurt?"
I shrug. I can't find words.
"Speak girl!"
"I can't feel my damn toes." I mutter.
"That's not good."
Before I know it people in aqua colored suites run into the room and drown me in morphling and their faces start to fade out but I don't want to. I try to resist the urge to fall asleep but... my eyelids are closing... it was so cold... I want answers... before my eyes shut I see it. I have frostbite.
A/N: I really hope you like it. I will continue it with a few more chapters and see if Katniss and Peeta will ever be able to repair what has happened and get Katniss out of this depressing position. Oh and if she doesn't lose her toes, haha.