The boy with the broken bread

by shelleyp1998

Peeta mellark, the other person who was on fire, the baker, the ally, the friend, the mutt, the enemy, Snow's puppet. all those wordt can be used to describe him, but what went trough his mind after he came in district 13? I don't follow the book I just wrote this story years ago and I just decided to actually translate it. hopefully you'll love to read what goes on in his mind

I open my eyes, who am I? Confused I answer my own quesion: ''I am Peeta Mellark I'm from from districs 12, I've won the hunger games, I've been part of the quarter quell, President Snow got me out of the arena and she… she is safe.''

''Katniss'' a soft whispering, Katniss, she is safe, the girl with the two braids. Slowly I feel this uncertain, yet known warmth spreading through my body, but before it spreads even more I feel the freezing cold from the depths of my heart.

Images, hundreds of images, they flash before my eyes every memory faster than the ones before.

''Katniss the girl I lov…." One image, her eyes filled with a hunger for blood, she's screaming, screaming at me. Slowly her words can be heard: ''We will never burn before you burn in hell Peeta Mellark, did you really think I would marry you? Those nights at the beach did you actually think those were real?''

''Hate'' I feel it stream through my veins. What is real and what isn't?

I know the capitol did something to me, my memories of Katniss are all bad except for the first time I saw her, at that moment I knew she was special, the girl with the beautiful voice, the voice that keeps screaming to me, screeching harder every second.

''I have to ki… '' before I can finish my murderous thoughts I hear a loud moan, Johanna, she's awake and I still remember her screams from our captivity in the capitol.

I close my eyes and pretend to be asleep and slowly a plan develops, after that I fall asleep in a night full of nightmares.