Katniss POV
I looked up from my desk when I heard the voice. His voice. A voice that I had been able to pick out of a crowd for years. I could feel it again, the faster tapping of my heart, my hands starting to sweat, my mouth becoming dry. It's really stupid to even have these issues. I have never once really spoken to him. I have never even stood within five feet of him. But he changed my world forever. And I owe him so much.
I was ten years old, my dad had just been killed in a trucking accident, my mother, who couldn't function without my dad, went into a state of shock and was very much a breathing vegetable. My five year old sister looked at me with tears, not knowing what caused all the sorrow, or what had happened to all the happiness that we had had.
We were starving, the money from dad's company that was given to us after he died, was gone. The cabinets were bare. I had no idea what to do. I was only ten, I had only a few times gone out with my dad when he would hunt, I knew how to use a bow, he made sure of that. But I had never been out on my own. Besides the woods were much scarier alone, than with your father.
So I walked, with hunched shoulders and angry hunger pains in my stomach, to the town, where hopefully I could find something or someone to help me. I had just reached the bakery, when it started to pour. It felt like buckets of freezing water were being dropped on me. It was horrible.
Even now, thinking about it, I get goose bumps and shiver.
That's when I saw him, it was like he was an angel, I don't know if it was the water in my eyes, making my sight bleary or if it was the overwhelming feeling of being starved that made his golden hair look like a halo. All I know is that I was sitting there, leaning up against a tree in his back yard, hoping, that if I were to die, that I would go quickly. To him, staring at me from the doorway, turning quickly, hearing a shout and a loud thud, then seeing the angel throw two loaves of steaming, hot, slightly burned bread over to me, then disappearing.
It took me a moment to realize what he had done, that there were two loaves of bread, that were getting a bit wet, waiting for me. I hurriedly ran to grab them, stuffing them under my shirt and running home. Where I fed my mother and my sister the warmest meal that they had in months.
Since then, I have overcome my fear of the woods, I hunt, and we always have some sort of hot meal. My mother, after a year, went back to work at the pediatric center here in town. We are far better than we were seven years ago. Mom helps around the house when she's home, she pays the bills, keeps us with clothes on our backs and food in our stomachs. It had taken awhile for us to be where we are today. But its better. There is some happiness that has found its way back into our home. And Prim is always smiling.
My friend Gale likes to think that he was our Knight in Shining Armor. Because I met him not long after the incident with the angel. He's the one that would help me hunt in the woods; he was there to hunt for his family. Eventually, his mother and mine became good friends and his little brother and Prim hit it off, and now they are inseparable.
But I know who our Knight is really, and he lives in town, lives in a nice brick home, and has golden hair and ocean blue eyes. The one that just entered my class room and set four chairs over from me. My angel. Peeta.
