Hey everyone! This is a new story that I couldn't help but write.
I know what you're thinking… How could I start a new story when I have 3 others? Well, I also have no idea, but bear with me! I got the idea first time I watched "Another Earth" and the other day, I saw a glimpse of it on TV, so I started writing this..
I hope you like it, but I gotta warn you, this isn't my best work.
Oh, and also, don't comment on the songs, I was listening to my playlist which was on shuffle, and those two songs just played after each other and I thought they fit perfectly… I dunno...
Enjoy reading, and review. J
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games series, nor "Love The Way You Lie (Part 2)" by Eminem, nor "We Are Young" by Fun.
I tilt my head backwards as I feel the burning taste of tequila running down my throat. This is probably my seventh shot, and I am incredibly wasted. I have lost my good sense of judgment and take whatever my friends shove in my way.
This was the final day of school before summer vacation. I won't have to stay up all night studying trying to get a scholarship. No more waking up at six stinking a.m., no more boring classes, no more stinking cafeteria food. Just me and my friends Rue, Madge, Annie, Finnick and Gale and my boyfriend Peeta spending the summer together. Next year, we're seniors, but now, we're just juniors who got off the hook! We're partying hard.
The party is at Glimmer Anderson's place. She's the rich girl at school, and you'd expect her to be all high and snobby because of the money she has, or because of the fact that her parents are politicians, but she's pretty cool.
I am now dancing with Peeta on the dancing floor (which isn't exactly a dance floor, just a room with the furniture pulled back to clear the way), head swigging wildly from side to side, hands on thrown on his neck, back pressed firmly against his chest, hips swaying to the rhythm of the music. His hot breath is ragged against my neck. I don't care about anything right now. I am just drunk and want to be alone with the love of my life.
But that doesn't happen because Peeta soon leaves me to hang out with his guy friends, talking about some football game. Amazing how even when they're trashed, they still find a way to engage in a conversation about sports. Typical male, whether drunk or sober.
My red plastic cup is empty, the sight of it unappealing to me without the much needed alcohol in it. I make my way through the huge crowd of teens to the massive kitchen, getting lost along the way, and grabbing the first bottle of alcohol in sight. Hmm, rum. Not my favorite but it will do. I open a can of Coke and pour it in the cup until it's half full. I try opening the rum bottle with my hands, but it's sealed. So I put the top of it in my mouth, and use my teeth to open it. After much pulling, I fill the cup with rum and gently shake it.
No one is in sight, Peeta is probably still with his friends, Madge and Gale might be in a room, just like Finnick and Annie, Rue and Thresh are on the dance floor, having a moment, so I just sit on the couch in the far corner, close my eyes, and drum my fingers on my thigh along with the blasting music. Love the way you lie is playing. I listen to the sound of the drums and guitar playing, the relaxed but yet pained sound of Rihanna singing, it's such a touching song.
On the first page, of a story, the future seems so bright
Then this thing turned out so evil, I don't know why I'm still surprised
Even angels have their wicked schemes, but you take that to new extremes
But you'll always be my hero, even though you've lost your mind
I didn't know I was humming along until a voice whispers in my ear "Let me hear that beautiful voice of yours." I open my eyes, expecting to see Peeta's baby blue eyes looking into mine, but I am met with green ones instead. Gloss Richards.
"No." I deadpanned, disgusted. I close my eyes again, trying to focus on the words of the song, but his voice cuts me off every time.
"How about in bed? Do you think that I can hear your voice while you're screaming my name?" he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, his breath smells of alcohol.
"You're revolting. Not ever, Gloss. Not even in your dreams." I say and get up and walk away from him. I shiver just at the thought of me and him in the same bed. No. Just no. Peeta is the only one that I would ever have sex with.
Wandering in the halls, I start daydreaming about Peeta, the first time we did it, his smell, the sound of his voice moaning my name and talking dirty to me. Just him.
My thoughts are cut short when I walk by a door. Apparently, a couple is having sex. The girl's moans are too high and pitched that it hurts my ears. She's screaming someone's name. I decide to let them have some privacy and keep going, but the name that's being screamed is what stops me.
Peeta.
Peeta.
Peeta!
Impossible! My ears must be deceiving me. There's no way.
I abruptly open the door, to find Peeta, my boyfriend, with Cashmere Leigh, both topless, in a compromising situation. The cup slips from my grasp, and both of them turn around, eyes widening. I can't believe this. I must be dreaming. This is not happening. Peeta is not shirtless, pants hanging low on his hips, on top of the school's slut. They were not having sex.
They were. My mind shouts at me. Get out of here.
I stomp out of the room, but not before throwing Peeta's promise ring that he happened to give the same day, at him.
Try to touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me
Run out of the room and I'll follow you like a lost poppy
Baby without you I'm nothing
That's the verse that the rapper is practically screaming. It makes my ears bleed, from the intensity of it, the truth and the irony.
Peeta is chasing after me in the house, but I am faster without my heels. I kicked them off when I started running away from him. But no matter how fast I am, or how stubborn I am and not willing to stop, he catches up with me.
"Katniss wait!" he screams even though he's right behind me, gripping my arm, effectively stopping me. I can't look at him. This is not the face of an angel, this is the face of a cheater, and if there's something I can't tolerate, it's cheating.
"Don't touch me!" I shout at him, gaining the attention of some people close to us. He takes his hand back like I just tasered him, his face covered with shock. I never yell at him, but now, I have a reason. I found my boyfriend cheating on me.
I run again, making my way to my car outside, across the lawn, aware of Peeta following me, desperately trying to get me to listen, pleading. No, I won't listen to him. I start the engine, but Peeta's hand effectively stops me by reaching out and taking the key out of the ignition.
"Katniss please listen to me." He begs.
"No Peeta." I say, trying to sound strong. I can't show him any hurt. How ironic, he's the one I always reveal my feelings and emotions to, and now, I'm hiding them from him. "Just me go. Let us go." My voice cracks a bit at the end. It's hard to end our three year relationship like this. I never thought of us ever stop being, well, us. A couple. But I also never thought that Peeta would deceive me and sleep with someone else.
How naïve I was. I believed his every word, his every adoring look, his every touch. I loved them all. I loved him. I loved him. I thought he loved me back. How foolish.
"Katniss please. I am nothing without you. I love you." He tries again. I let out a dark laugh at him. He loves me?
"Who loves doesn't cheat." I say, venom seeping through every word. He looks down ashamed. That's the least he can do? Look ashamed? That's not good enough. "Go away, Peeta. Get back. Cashmere is probably waiting." I spit out, voice extremely serious, heart hard as steel, looking ahead. He takes in a breath, opens his mouth to say something but I'm gone, speeding away from the house, from him, from the mistakes, from the memories.
I drive around aimlessly. I just want to get out of here, I don't care where I end up.
The silence is suffocating. I can't handle it. It's challenging me to face my own thoughts. Something that I don't want to do. I turn on the radio and "We are young" fills the car.
How humorous, yet contradicting my situation.
My friends are in the bathroom, getting higher than the empire state.
No, my friends are nowhere to be found, getting drunk instead of high.
My lover, she's waiting for me.
No, my lover is actually with another girl right now, probably already forgetting about me.
My seat's been taken by sunglasses, asking about a scarf.
No, my place has been taken by a blonde bimbo, most likely asking for a second round.
No, I know that I'm not, all that you got.
Yes, I am not.
I guess that I, just thought, maybe we could find new ways to fall apart.
It's true. We have been fighting a lot in these last couple of weeks. We are drifting apart.
God, some verses of this song describes me perfectly! I laugh. I laugh like there's no tomorrow. I laugh like a maniac. The laughs soon die out and turn into cries. Tears prickle my eyes, blurring my vision.
I'm driving blindly, but it's hard to miss the bright light coming my way.
Collision.
Crash.
Glass shattering.
Noise.
Screams.
Black spots everywhere.
I close and open my eyes fast, trying to focus, get out of the car. Move. Anything!
My head hurts. I lift it to see a flood of blood on my hands. My lips quiver as my hand traces my face to find a huge gash on my forehead. I want to let a shriek, but I can't. I am paralyzed with fear, because I just saw another toppled vehicle. The hood is bent in the middle, dents covering it, tires on the road. Needless to say, the car is destroyed.
But what catches my eye is that the passenger seat is in the middle of the road. A kid's lifeless body is laying on the ground next to the car.
I frantically look around, trying to remember if he was there before the crash. I couldn't have… No way. It's impossible.
I could not have killed this kid!
Okay, this is my first AU fic, so go easy on me. What do you think about the songs? Do they fit?
I am already writing the second chapter. And I am trying to write the next chapter for all my fics, just have a little patience. I am making chapter 9 of Blood Sacrifice especially long because I want Chapter 10 to start the Games (which means this chapter has the scores, the interviews, blah blah blah), I am even writing chapter 5 of Life Of A Victim (which says a lot since I left that story for desperate times) but I guess the last one to be updated is Born To Die, because I am kinda stomped on that one, but it WILL be updated.
If anyone wants to chat, PM me. I always like to talk to my readers.
If you have any ideas just tell me.
And also if you can guess who the little kid and the driver are, you get to have a say in what happens in the story.
So please, please, please, review.
Lots and lots and lots of love.
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