Thanks for reading! This is my first fanfiction, but I have written other stories before. I am not asking for you to go easy on me just because this is my first story on here. All reviews are appreciated! Also, should I make this a multi-chapter?
Disclaimer: All characters belong to SC.
I hear the door slam from behind me. I don't look up. There is only one person that visits me anymore. The boy with the bread. My boy with the bread. Unless it's time for a meal, Greasy Sae doesn't come. And Haymitch? Ha, he's probably drunk. Hell, he's always drunk. There's no use of hoping he'll show his face around here.
"Katniss!" I hear him call from the kitchen. I don't answer. I never do. "I brought cookies," he says lightly, while walking into the living room. I feel a shift in weight on the couch and know he has sat down beside me. I don't look at him. I can't.
"Prim loved those cookies," I drone. There is no expression in my voice. I keep staring at the fire, never looking at the hijacked man beside me. If I did, I know that just seeing those blue eyes would kill me. They would break me down. They would remind me that they are all dead because of my stupid mistake. That I'm the reason he is like this.
"Katniss. Think of Prim." He stands up, "Think of her, watching you waste your life sitting here staring at the damn fire everyday! Do you think she would want this? Is this why you started the rebellion?" He throws down the cookies. I flinch, but do not speak. I've gotten used to this. He is tired from the bakery, has venom in his body, and he is frustrated because I have become an empty body. I don't blame him for his sudden out burst.
He stays silent and touches my arm. The couch sinks down and he wraps his arms around me. His left cheek is against my shoulder.
"I'm sorry. For everything," Peeta whispers into my hair, "I just don't want to loose you. I want to see you smile, and laugh, and sing. You've been like this for weeks." I look at the fire again and see Cinna, Finnick, Rue, and Prim. My designer, my friend, my ally, my little duck, all watched me. Is this what they gave up their lives for, me hiding from the world? I sighed.
"Katniss, please talk to me. I'm so sorry," he pleads. I almost consider laughing. He can be such a child, one minute mad, then next, pleading for my forgiveness. "I'm really sorry," he says again. I open my mouth and even surprise myself by talking. And maybe, we can make it.
"It's okay. We all are."