(Authors Note: I have decided to make a post Mockingjay fic that follows the lives of Katniss and Peeta. I will continue the story if you like it. Read and Review please)
Heal
Chapter 1
Outside was painfully beautiful. Not a single wispy cloud filled the blue sky, nor was there a patch of grass that was not filled with flowers and dandelions. These were the days I dreaded most.
At least the rainy days were just as awful as they used to be. The rain does not remind me of anything I longed for. Rain is what my life is now, worth nothing.
The spring days, however, reminded me of my old life. On days like these, Prim would come home from school with braids in her hair and a fresh smile on her face as she looked out the window.
"Katniss," she would beg, "please come outside with me. Lady misses you." Of course, I would give in each time and make an effort to return her cheerfulness. Prim was my hope, the only person I was sure I loved, but it does not matter anymore. She is gone. All she is now is a casualty of war.
It is pitiful, I think, how just the weather can make me long for Prim and force me to cry for the rest of the people I lost. I miss Cinna, who could create a masterpiece with only fabric and cloth. I miss my father, whose voice could make the birds' playful chirps cease to exist. I miss Rue, who was a bright, shining light in a world full of darkness. I miss Finnick, who always found a way to make me smile or laugh. Finally, I miss Peeta, who is still physically alive, but has died on the inside.
I hate the capitol for what they did to harm Peeta. All he ever did was good. He was strong, caring, compassionate, comical, and witty. For heaven's sake, he could make jokes on his deathbed, yet he was still the one that had to undergo torture and a brainwashing. It isn't fair. None of this is fair. Everything that I have ever loved has been taken away from me. The only person left that cares about me is Greasy Sae. Every day, she comes to my door with food and words of encouragement, none of which I deserve.
Today is not any different. Without knocking, the elderly woman barged in with a toothy smile.
"How are you girly?" she inquired hopefully, even though she knew I would not answer. Sighing, she straightened her apron and stared at me desperately.
"The boy is back. I thought you'd want to know." With that, she left, but my mind was elsewhere. Peeta. Would he still love me? Does he still think I am a filthy mutt? Of course he will. I do not deserve his love. All I am is an ugly, scarred, and selfish girl that has broken his heart too many times to count.
Honestly, I have had enough. I have been sitting down in this chair, battling with my emotions for months now. It is sickening. The only place in District 12 that has not changed is the woods, the only place that I can call home. I grabbed my bow and went through the mahogany door, not even bothering to shower or brush my matted hair.
I can no longer even recognize my own district. The capitol has bent over backwards to make District 12 as clean and modern as possible. The area of land that once contained the Mellark Bakery, is now nothing but a pile of rubble and the remains of a burnt oven. A pang of guilt suddenly hits me. How could I be so selfish? Here I was, moping over the loss of my sister, when Peeta has lost everything and everyone. Suddenly, I saw something I never thought would see again. Among the crowd of busy citizens, wandering the market, I could spot a glimpse of a blonde ring of hair that could only belong to one person I know. Peeta.