Chapter 1: In the Back of My Mind
A/N: Hello my lovely readers! This is my second fan fic. You might know me from "A Day at the Bakery." This one just kind of came to me after I was state testing and wasn't allowed to read. ._. So, please read and review, favorite. You know the drill. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games
Katniss POV
I never really had the time to think about my future. To think about what I would do with myself. I'm 17 years old and have already been on the brink of starvation, survived two Hunger Games, been the face of a rebellion against a nation, shot a president, and supposedly been married and pregnant. I don't even know what to call myself anymore-The Girl on Fire, The Mockingjay, just one half of the "star- crossed lovers" charade. Nothing seems to fit anymore. Nothing seems right. When anyone calls me anything. Like it's unnatural. I shed the skin of my former self and have now become a shell; an empty person who lives and breathes but doesn't exactly function. I can't stand being alone anymore. The quiet is too damn loud.
Peeta POV
It feels like I'm reliving my childhood all over again. I'm watching her from afar yet again, holding on to a shred of hope, yet again. The only thing I can give her, yet again, is some bread. Me and my stupid bread. I hope she knows that I have never stopped loving her; even when my mind was hijacked and my memories were twisted and distorted, it was still there, in the back of my mind. Katniss. I wonder if she knows that I'm even back from the Capitol.
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Katniss POV
Greasy Sae has been coming everyday to make sure that I'm still alive and eating and to give me the latest town gossip. I normally tune her due to the fact that I just don't care. But today, she surprises me.
"Have you gone to see Peeta yet, Katniss? I'm sure he's dying to see you." I almost choke on my coffee.
"W-what?" I stutter, trying to form a coherent sentence. Greasy Sae turns to look at me, a surprised expression on her face.
"Peeta. He's back from the Capitol. You didn't think this bread has been coming from just anywhere, have you?" she explains while motioning to the bread on the kitchen counter. I should have realized that bread doesn't just appear magically in kitchens every morning. That's always been his gift, hasn't it? Before I can register that Greasy Sae is about to say something, I push myself out of my seat and nearly run out of my house.
Peeta POV
There's still snow on the ground from the storm last night. It doesn't look like I will be making my normal bread deliveries today. I'm just about to move away from my window when I see a dark figure moving quickly my way. Towards my house. I press my dace up against the glass to try and get a better looks and freeze when I see the face. It's Katniss. With just a t-shirt and black slacks on. Not even a jacket or shoes. What is she doing? I shake my head and try to get a grasp on reality.
I don't even have time for that. Katniss comes barging through my front door and slams me against the wall. Uh-oh.
Hey, thanks for reading the first chapter! Please tell me what you think and such, it would be great! I just want to make it better for you guys. :D Next chapter will be up soon.