Hey Folks,
I'm back with an all new Hunger Games fanfic, but unlike my other one this one happens after the Victory Tour but before the Quarter Quell. The first few chapters will be a little short to get the story into the flow but hold on with me they will get longer when we get into the grit of the story.
So without further do I give you, Sudden Realisation
Katniss's body jack-knifed upward, her throat burning as the screams continued clawing their way out. The door of her bedroom flew open as she struggled frantically with the sheets twisted around her body.
"Katniss," a soft voice says. "Sssh, I'm here. You're okay."
Katniss fought against the arms, lashing out in fear as thoughts of Rue and Marvel swamp her mind. Finally, the tone and familiarity of the voice penetrated the fog of fear that had settled over her. Katniss would know that voice anywhere, and began to relax.
The tears roll down her cheeks in an unending stream as Peeta cautiously wraps his arms around her. She sank into his sturdy warmth as she cried.
"I'm never going to be okay," she manages to say through her tears. "I keep dreaming of her, of losing her, and it hurts Peeta. It hurts so much I can hardly stand it."
He holds me tightly, stroking the damp strands of hair clinging to her forehead back, until she was too worn out to do anything but lay limply against him.
"How did you even know?" she mumbles, her eyelids felt heavy as exhaustion hit.
"Prim," Peeta says simply, "Your mother is at a call and she couldn't wake you so she came and got me since I helped on the Victory Tour."
"I'm sorry Peeta."
"Don't be," he replies. He expected to hear her argue back but instead he felt the steady rise and fall of her chest and her soft breathing against his neck. Realising that she had fallen asleep, he gently lowered back down onto the bed, unable to resist the urge to lay a kiss on forehead before leaving the room without a sound. With a deep sigh and suppressing the feelings he felt once again he quickly proceeded back downstairs much wanting to get back to his own house and bed.
"Why do you do?"
Peeta jumped at the sudden voice to his left and turned on his heels to face the speaker.
"Dear God Prim, I thought you would know better than to scare a victor" Peeta teases with a friendly smile.
"Don't ignore the question Peeta," she demands. She sat with her arms folded in one of the arm chairs not at all looking like the young 12-year-old she was.
"Shouldn't you be in bed?" Peeta says ignoring her question completely.
"I'm 12 Peeta I don't go to bed till 10:30 unlike Katniss; anyway, she will be awake again in half an hour, she never sleeps for long after a nightmare," she informs him, which he nodded to as he was the same, "Now the question Peeta!"
"Because I love her" he whispers and was out the front door before she could responded.
With a heavy sigh, Prim got up and began making Katniss's sleeping draft as it wouldn't be long before she would be down again.
Let me know what you think in your feedback.
Heidi x
