Hey Guys;
So most of you know me for writing twilight fanfiction, mostly Jasper&Bella pairings. WELL I fancied a change. And that change came in the fact from me going to the cinema, and seeing the hunger games catching fire. I also read the third hunger games book, mockingjay I think its called? But its amazing. Utterly, and un deniably amazing.
So yes,I know I will have a lot of writing to do in my time. But im sure I can manage. After all, I can always end a story if it's too much (joking!).
But I hopefully hope hope, that you will enjoy. And I may MAY miss out a few MAJOR/minor details. But give me a break yeah?
THIS AFTER THE THIRD BOOK.
THANKYOU!x
Katniss's Point of View;
I wrinkled my nose up at the squirrel stew Greasy Sae has prepared and set in front of me"I don't want it"
"Haymitch said you haven't eaten in days, So you're eating it" she informed me, her back turned cleaning the stove from the grease that had gathered.
I sighed loudly, lying my head on my arms. I briefly closed my eyes, Trying to fight off the haunting images that over powered me "I just want to sleep"
"All you have done since you got here is sleep" Sae pointed out, rinsing her hands.
"And cry, and scream, And throw objects" I mumbled, my hot forehead resting on the cool wood. But she did have a point. Since I had arrived back in district twelve, a month ago, life was quiet. With Prim…With prim gone. Mum working as a doctor. Gale in two, Beetee in four, Peeta in…God knows where. Johanna somewhere.. Sae and haymitch was the only ones left. And haymitch was usually intoxicated, more than usual.
"That too" She chuckled "How about hunting Katniss?, You haven't touched your bow since thirteen" she added gently. I moaned lightly.
"I could use the game" She added, trying to push me. She was trying, that was obvious. But I didn't WANT her to try. I wanted her to leave me be, forget about me, live her life. But she was under strict instructions, By haymitch and the doctors, to keep an eye on me. And that made me angry.
"Not today Sae" I gulped down a few stray sobs. No, I wouldn't let myself show weakness. Not till I was alone at least.
"Well at least eat a little" she breathed. She was exhausted, with bags under her eyes. Her face was pale, and her eyes drooping every minute or so. I nodded, and took a few bites, before I was feeling a little fuller. My soul was empty, but my stomach was full. I pushed the bowl away and licked my lips.
"Sae" I spoke rising from my chair "Why don't you take a week off? For yourself time?" I gently bit my lip as I awaited an answer. She gave me a sad smile as she cleared the dishes once again
"You know I can't Katniss"
"But that's the thing!, You can! I'll ask Haymitch to check up on me if it makes you feel better! Please Sae. It makes me feel so guilty, seeing you like this" I may have pulled at a few heart strings. And I saw her shoulders sag in defeat. I almost yelled in triumph, but I kept it contained.
"Okay, But I want you to eat twice a day, Shower every day, And Spend ten minutes a day outside. If you have an episode, I want you to call for Haymitch. By phone, yelling, Or going over there yourself okay?, and if I hear you have locked yourself up in your room, I'm coming straight back. This is your healing period Katniss" she gave me a stern look, and I smiled lightly. It not hitting my eyes.
"I am not a child anymore Sae, but thankyou. I will"I nodded at her, and she gathered her things.
"Oh, another letter arrived today, It's with the pile" and she left. Closing the door behind her. My eyes wandered over to the stack of letters I had abandoned. I shuddered, thinking of the words inside.
`Why should you live when finnick is dead?` Annie
`You caused this, all of this, Girl on fire` Johanna. In her usual bitchy tone.
`You're the enemy Katniss` Peeta…
"No" I hissed to myself, shaking myself from the trance I was caught in "I will not think about them"
I ended up sitting on the couch, that had gathered a small amount of dust from the disuse. I stared blankly at the wall above the television. Where our family picture had set. Well, half family. Father was dead at this point. And now everyone is dead.
Because I am the mocking jay.
I gathered bundles of my hair into my clenched fists, A Scream locked in my throat. My eyes pouring of tears.
"Why me?" I found myself whispering, then shouting "WHY ME?"
"Damn you to the deepest pits of hell Snow!"I cursed loudly, smashing the glass vase that held the only flower I had. The only one I ever had. Snow's blood flower.
I watched the withered flower fall with its vase, crystal pieces flying in all directions. The flower looking dead. Just how I felt.
"Oh im sorry MOTHER" I laughed hysterically "I didn't MEAN to make this mess!, let me clean it up for you!" I got onto my hands and knees, glass cutting into my scarred, bare palms, scattering the glass further.
"Sweetheart!" Someone called, their voice close by. I left hands grabbing at my shoulders, pulling me backwards "Sweetheart calm down, CALM down" Haymitch shook me lightly as I sobbed hard. He pulled me into his shoulder, where I continued to sob "She's not here, She's not here.." He rubbed my back lightly.
"You don't think I don't know that?!" I hiccupped, pulling back "She left me!"
"She left to save herself" Haymitch corrected. I crushed my eyes tight together. Willing the images of my family to leave.
"I wish I could just forget it all, forget everything, and everyone. Be able to start fresh" I wiped a few stray tears from my face "But I can't can i?"
"We all wish the same thing sweetheart, trust me." Haymitch mumbled, inspecting my hands. I was surprised he was sober. He looked calm, collected, and didn't stink of alcohol. Maybe some of us were moving on.
"Come on" he helped me up, and led me through to the study room, were he found my mothers old sewing kit and prim's old first aid box.
Haymitch cleaned the wound, numbing the area as he went along. He then threaded a needle, and sewed up the deepest cuts, before bandaging my hands up. I watched him wonderstruck.
"I didn't know you could sew" I exclaimed surprised, as he placed the items back in their places.
"There's a lot of stuff you don't know" He exclaimed lightly, but there seemed to be a deeper, darker meaning that I couldn't grasp.
"You look drained" he noted, leading me out to the hallway "You should get some rest"
I laughed with no humor "I've had no proper rest since before the first games"
"You know what I mean" he said softly, before walking down the hallway towards the door.
"Hey" I called and he spun round on a heel "Thanks. Nice seeing you sober for once"
"What do you think im away to do now?" he gave me a half smirk, before calling out a `goodnight` and leaving.
"Night" I whispered second too late. Once again I was left in the big, cold house.
I slowly withdrew to my room, Shedding my house clothes, and leaving them lying. I put a new tank top on, including a pair of bottoms, and slowly walked over to my closet. I opened the deep mahogany doors, breathing in the musky smell. I ran my hand over the upright bow&Stack of arrows. Many memories washing over me.
`Hunting for the family` `Selling the game to peace keepers` `Practicing for the first games, getting it wrong, ending up getting it right, Getting an overall score of 11'
'Stealing Glimmers Bow and arrows'. 'Hunting with Rue' 'Shooting the male with the spear in the heart'
'Hunting with Peeta' 'Returning home..Both winners' 'Showing my 'skills' off to the other winning tributes'
'killing off tributes' 'Shooting the arena'
'Using it to hunt with gale in 13' 'the revoluton' 'Killing 13's leader'.
Sure, it wasn't all the same bow. It was a mixture of three. But it all happened. With a bow, and a set of arrows.
I'll be having some terrible nightmares tonight for sure
I ran my hands over my dad's old hunting jacket, and I found myself slipping it on. Admiring it as much as I did the first time I was given it.
"So beautiful" I muttered to myself, running my hands over the leather. The same words I spoke. The same motions I repeated.
I clambered into bed, the jacket around me.
And I drifted off to the land of monsters.
I woke up startled, my throat raw from screaming, my eyes bleary with tears. I blinked a few times, before I heard the front door smash open. I silently scampered over to the wardrobe, removing the bow, and very few arrows. Crouching down silently, I placed the arrow into the string. Noting the familiarity of my fathers bow. I was breathing heavily. It was snow. He was coming from me. He wasthe rightful ruler, he could cheat death.
I heard the intruder rush up the stairs, and throw open my door. I shot my arrow, but with all my panicking, it whizzed past the strangers face. Missing by a hair.
"Jesus Sweetheart!" Haymitch cried, holding both hands up in surrender. I breathed in deeply, dropping my bow and arrows. And fell into his arms.
"It was horrible" I whispered, tears ruining his shirt.
"Which one?" He asked. He knew all to well of my nightmares. And usually it consisted of watching those mutts from the first games, with those tributes eyes, rip my family and friends apart. After everything I had been through, that was the most horrific. The worst by far.
"It was Rue again" I closed my eyes as I replayed it. Rue calling my name, screaming it actually. Looking for me, as the gang of tributes, including Peeta, ripped pieces off her. Over and over. I was running, screaming her name. but she couldn't see me, couldn't hear me. And I was running nowhere
"Would you like to speak about it?"
"N-" I was cut off my someone yelling Haymitches name in panic, from outside.
I gathered my bow and arrows, and gathered my pose again, rushing into the upstairs hall.
"Sweetheart no!" Haymitch cried, trying to grab me. Two hunger games and a war, had me prepaired for anything. I easily dodged his fable attempts, and rushed downstairs.
Snow, I knew it. Finnick maybe? Coming to punish me? My father coming to scold?
I ran into the hall, my back straight, my face no emotion, the tears not even dry on my face yet. My bow was raised, armed with an arrow,
The stranger came into the light of the house, his eyes panicked, he looked flustered and confused.
"Katniss?"He whispered. Defiantly not snow. Or finnick. My hand inched to let the string go, my hands shaking.
"Sweetheart, lower the bow" Haymitch appeared from behind me. Touching my elbow.
I shook my head furiously "That's what gets you killed, You should know that"
"There is no threat here" Haymitch gestured for the stranger to come forward.
The face came into view, and I dropped my bow with a clang as it bounced against the wooden floor.
"Peeta" I whispered, my legs buckling. I fell to my knees, and he rushed forward, joining me on the floor.
I touched his face gently, as his eyes roamed my face "Is that you? Are you here?" I was confused, my thoughts jumbled. How did he know me? Did his memories return? Why is he here? I thought he was in the capitol? Where was everyone else?
"I'm here" he confirmed, taking hold of both my hands "I'm here, and you're not alone"
My body vibrated with yet more sobs. How much more can I take before I go crazy? Or was I already crazy?. I still had my rope that finnick gave me. Still tying knots. Still crazy. Always crazy.
"Why are you here?" I blurted out. I was relieved to see him, almost happy. But I was confused, alert, and exhausted. Not enough time to dance around happily at him returning.
"Didn't you read my letters?" he asked, his brows furrowed. I glanced at the pile of letters in the corner.
"I've been busy" I mumbled as he followed my gaze. He breathed a little laughter.
"Johanna and your mother" I winced at the mention of my mother "worked on me at the capitol, and they found a way to reverse the tracker jacker venom. Something about anti serium or something?, but I can remember everything" his eyes were shining with emotion "everything"
Haymitch clapped him on the back "Good to have you back"
"It's great to be back…the whole district looks great" he responded, and my cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
"Whats wrong Katniss?" Peeta asked, looking back at me,but it was Haymitch to answered
"She hasn't seen it, have you sweetheart?" his voice was slightly slurred, so it was obviously due to the alcohol in his system "You have spent your days moping in your room"
"Is this true?" Peeta asked, clearly shocked. I was going to yell at them both, claiming they didn't know anything. But I stopped myself at the last minute. We were similar in ways, connected almost. So I settled for a nod.
"Jesus, Greasy Sae wasn't exaggerating" Peeta mumbled and I cocked an eyebrow. He shook his head and my eyes narrowed a fraction
"Your dead on your feet, I'll tell you another time" Peeta helped me up. And pushed me towards the direction of the stairs.
"Thank you Haymitch!, Again!" I called from halfway up the stairs. He mumbled a response, but my senses were dulled. I stumbled into my room, with Peeta grabbing at my elbow, steadying me. He gently helped me out of my hunting Jacket, and I noticed be brought up my bow and arrow, all in which he retired to the wardrobe.
He tucked me in, and turned to leave.
"Peeta" I whispered in the darkness, and he turned round.
"Yes Katniss?"
"Will you" I took a deep breath "will you stay with me"
I swear I saw him smile, but he kicked off his shoes, and climbed in behind me.
He lazily threw his arm over my waist, and I turned, so I was snuggled into his chest. His arms around me like a protective cage. I was safe. For now at least.
"Stay with me" I mumbled as I fell deeper into sleep
"Always" he whispered, his face nuzzled into my hair. And I let the darkness engulf me, with a smile on my face.
SO was it ok? Should I continue?, I enjoyed writing this!. It was fresh&different!.
But as with all my storys.
CALM BEFORE THE STORM.
Please review!:)3
