I clench the edge of the blanket and pulled it to the bottom of my chin and crossed my arms very tightly as the coldness nips at my skin. I bring my legs up to my chest to keep in the warmth even though the fire place is steaming with a high temperature flame.
"Let me out!" I hear Peeta screaming and banging on our bedroom door. I sit frozen on the armchair ignoring his constant outbursts.
Earlier, just as the sun settled over the horizon we were all cuddled up sitting comfortably on our bedroom windowsill, watching the sun slowly melting into the edge of the planet. But this sunset was special because it spitted out Peeta's favourite colour orange. It was exactly the same type of sunset we watched setting over the training centre the night of the Quarter Quell. "It's so beautiful, isn't it?" He whispers into my ear which made me laugh loudly. I nod sheepishly with a small, cute giggle. And then we just sit tangled in each other's bodies until the sky goes from a beautiful orange to pitch black. "We better get all cleaned up." Peeta says breaking the romantic silence. He picks me up into a bridal carry and gently lies me down onto our unbelievably comfortable bed while he goes into the bathroom.
20 minutes later, I still lay still with my head buried in the soft pillows, staring at the ceiling, remembering both arenas, remembering the nightmares and remembering Peeta's reaction when I told him I loved him for the first time and…
Bang!
I leaped into a sitting position without any hesitation, heart pumping 100 miles per hour. The loud, deafening sound came from the bathroom. I stand up quickly causing my head to spin. "Peeta?" I say, knocking on the wooden door.
No response.
I knocked several times before entering but when I opened the door ever so slightly, Peeta forces the door closed causing me to spring back. "Sorry!" I say as calmly as possible. I walk back to the bed and position myself on the bed cross- legged in the direction of the bathroom, waiting for Peeta's appearance. After several moments, Peeta appears. His lower body only wrapped in a snow-white towel and his silky golden hair falling into his sea blue eyes.
"Why did you take so long?" I say cheekily. I crawl to the edge of the bed, biting my lip. Attempting to be sexy but Peeta completely ignores me. I disappointedly stare at Peeta who now stands directly in front of the shimmering mirror, "What was that loud crash, Peeta?"
No response, he just stares at himself, tidying his hair up.
Again, I stand on my bare feet and walk over to him. I wrap my arms around his large, muscular chest and I press my dry lips on his soaking wet cheeks. Then, I rested my head on his shoulder and stared into the mirror; that's when I realized the blood.
I gasp and grabbed Peeta's right hand, "Oh my God, Peeta. What happened?" But again I received no response. Peeta snatched his large hand back. I step back slowly as if I was about to be slaughtered. Retreating to the door, Peeta began to write on the mirror with his flowing blood.
I tiptoe across the huge room to escape but I catch my feet on the edge of our expensive rug, I fall backward and crash my head against the hard flooring, creating the most agonising pain my head. I scream out loud as the pain stabbed through the back of my head and through my skull. The pain was as agonising as my wounds in both arenas, maybe even worse.
Excluding the pain, I ran quickly to the door, panting heavily as if I was back in the first arena, because I notice as I close the door the sentence he had written on the mirror was…
She's a mutt.
~TheCourageousMockingjay Friday, 5th July 2013.