Prove You Wrong

by amenityeverlark

Peeta Mellark's only sense of freedom from his inflicted abuse was through art. The girl he drew was simply a figment of his imagination, but showed more compassion in only images than anyone had for him in his sixteen years of life. Posted as part of Prompts in Panem. Written for Day Two, Marigold: Cruelty

1. Trigger Warnings

Trigger Warnings ahead throughout text. Please proceed with caution.
If you are not comfortable with mild language and versions of verbal and physical domestic abuse, do not read.
I am not in any way, shape, or form trying to "mentally scar" or hurt anyone's feelings—well, except for the characters at hand, which I do apologize for in the end. The opinions stated in the text following may or may not be mine; some may simply be my headcannon for a certain person's idea(s). Thank you.