Hello out there! This is my first fanfic and I hope you like it! This is after Katniss gets out of the Capitol and Peeta comes back into her life slowly. Eventually I'm planning on them having kids so settle in for the long run! Please rate, follow, and respond, I'd love to hear your ideas and comments.
I do not own the Hunger Games. Suzanne Collins does.
I feel hollow, empty like a paper bag that no one bothers to pick up. District 12 isn't the same anymore. Everything is covered with ash and dust, the buildings were all destroyed except for the ones in Victor's Village, and it tastes like death. My house is a mess and the entire place feels cold, like the life has been sucked out of it. I was dropped off here a few days ago with Haymitch who can barely stand to look at me as it is. Greasy Sal fixes my meals and tries to get me to perk up but it's like a dark cloud has settled over me and I can't brush it off. Gale is gone. Peeta…I have no idea. Last time I saw him he was still recovering from the burns due to the bomb that killed my little sister. Prim…tears come to my eyes but I do not let them spill. I rush up the steps and collapse into bed where dreams take over.
I'm burning. I'm like a star that's blown into a million pieces. I scream and cry for help, for anyone to come, please, but no one does. I can smell roses mixed with poison. Snow laughs and it continues to echo in my ears as he orders me to kill everyone I've ever loved. My mother. Prim. Peeta. Gale. No one is spared.
I'm shaken awake by someone sounding extremely upset. I open my eyes and look up into ones I hadn't expected to ever see again.
"Peeta?" I whisper, a little uncertain that I'm still not dreaming. He smiles and puts his hand to my cheek.
"Hey Katniss," He whispers. I smile and he puts his arms around me hesitantly.
"Where have you been?" I ask softly.
"At the Capitol. I just got released today," He says, brushing back my hair reassuringly. "Are you okay?" He asks. I shiver and shake my head.
"It's the nightmares. They've gotten worse." He nods, knowingly. I don't know what to say to close the awkward pause that follows. He loosens his arms and backs up uncertainly. I reach for him immediately.
"Wait, Peeta please don't leave!" I say quickly. He almost doesn't but sits on the edge of my bed again.
"Katniss…I don't want to fool around any longer. I'm tired of having my heart ripped out every time we touch and I don't know whether you're just using me." I shake my head.
"It's not like that Peeta! I…I…" But I can't say it. Not yet. I still don't know what my feelings are for him yet. He leans closer.
"What Katniss?" Our lips are so close that I can't help but wonder if I can show him instead. I scoot up quickly and kiss him. He kisses me back for a moment but he pulls back and turns away from me suddenly. I touch his cheek, turning his eyes to gaze into mine and they narrow with pain.
"Kat…I can't. I'm afraid that I'll go mutt."
So how did you like it? I know it was a little bit small but I wasn't sure if I should keep going. Let me know!
