My name is Katniss Abernathy. I'm 19 years old and pregnant. My father, Haymitch Abernathy is a drunk. He's smart though, even when he's drunk. He's rich, but I don't want his help. So I'm running away. I work every night, washing dishes at Greasy Sae's, I barely stay away through my shifts. But one thought keeps me going; if I make this money, my child will be OK. They won't live a life where they starve, where they never get any gifts for their birthdays, no food for Christmas, maybe not even food every day. I think of how my life is goig to change when my child is born.
Every night I go back to my 1 bedroom apartment by bus. This transport takes me from mid-LA to the east of it, where I live. Every night is the same; I occupy myself with something, anything, from when I wake up to 7 PM, which is when I leave my apartment to go to work. I work late, usually past midnight, then take the bus home, lock myself back in the apartment, turn on the light, sit at the table and force myself into thinking everything will be alright. I think about what my life will be when my child is born. I wait for that day patiently. I won't be alone anymore. Sure, it means another mouth to feed, but I won't be alone, I'll have someone to hold, and when December comes, and nights become cold, I won't just be telling myself the same thing over and over again.
The world's not perfect,
But it's not that bad.
If we got each other,
And that's all we have,
I will be your mother and I'll hold your hand,
You should know I'll be there for you.
Right now telling myself that is useless. But soon enough it won't be.
You may ask how I got in this situation in the first place. It's pretty simple; me and my boyfriend Peeta ended on bad terms. Well, I ended it on bad terms. I didn't know I was pregnant then. I found out later, maybe after a month. I freaked out. Dad said he would support me, but deep down I now he was disappointed. So I ran away,, bought an apartment and started working. Meanwhile Peeta is off starting an acting career in Hollywood. He's Hollywood's new heart-throb, and every girl wants him. Well, I'm the one that will have his child, and I wish I knew why it makes me jealous to see him with all these women wrapped around his little finger. But that's beside the point.
5 years later...
My pregnancy was weird. It left me with identlical boys and a girl, both boys with my hair, the girl with all Peeta's features. All have Peeta's eyes. They're all exact copies of Peeta, the boys besides the hair and the girl besides being a girl. It scares me.. After I found out I'll be having triplets, Sae took me in. She let me move in with her, and basically became the mother I never had. (My mom died giving birth to me. That's why dad started drinking.) We get by, my triplets are perfectly healthy.)
Another weird thing about them, even with Haven being a girl, they're identical, once again, excluding the hair. They don't know who their father is, but as they grow older they want to know even more. I just hope they won't find out.
NEW STORY! Sorry for the short chapter, and this is the only one with a POV. The rest are in third person. Also if you want to see what the triplets look like, I'll upload an image for you guys to see it. Bye!