Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games in any shape or form.
Geth342: Well, this is probably my last fic ever. It's a response to my 24 word challenge. Each chapter is a letter, though the majority of letters are not written to be read. As this is (probably) my last fic, i wanted to tie up a few loose ends and answer a few requests people made to me. To that end, many of these responses have characters based on other fics i've written. To reduce confusion, i have placed a brief explanation of these characters and also which fic i got them from. Like below. In addition, the abbreviation AR stands for 'After Rebellion'. Apart from that, i can only say i hope you enjoy!
To Whom It May Concern
Character/Story: Koarn Mellark (One of Peeta's elder brothers; the middle child of the Mellark family)/ Making Dinner
1) A Story of Hatred (Prompt 16: Yell)
75 AR
Peeta,
We never see you anymore, did you notice that? I know me and you have never been close - I made that clear when I didn't volunteer for you at the Reaping – but that's not a reason to shun all of us. Are my actions why you prefer Katniss Everdeen? Because she volunteered for her sister?
If you really want to know (which you don't), I've never forgiven myself for doing that to you. Every time we saw you on the screen, we all felt terrified for you but I felt horrible. I knew it should have been me; I should have been the one who got threatened by the Careers and got blood poisoning and chased by mutts. We all knew it. Rai would have volunteered for you in a heartbeat. I'm just a lousy brother.
You know what really makes me mad though? When you came back, we all tried to help you. We were there for you. Even me; I would have done anything to help you. And you should have known that for Dad and Rai, that goes without saying. Mom wouldn't say anything but I know she wanted the best for you.
And you ignored all of that. You barely acknowledged us. Instead, you chose a girl who barely likes you. You hate us – you've made that so clear, dear brother – and you chose hatred over love. Well, fine. Hate me. Hate Mom. But never, ever, hate Dad and Rai. They love you too much for you to do that.
When I think of you now, I want to yell. Scream. Shout. The way you've hurt us is unforgiveable. We've changed. You? You haven't.
So like I say, hate me. Yell at me. Ignore me. In fact, do it to all of us because you know what? If you don't want to be family, we won't be.
I hate you too, Peeta.
Koarn.