I've never written fanfiction before, so this is my first go. It's not very detailed, and largely predictable, I guess. If I have the time, patience and ability I'll likely delete this and conjure up a better one. Enjoy anyway.
And the future hangs over our heads
And it moves with each current event
Until it falls all around like a cold steady rain
Just stay in when it's looking this way
Prim. The scene of her death replays continuously in my head, over and over and over again, until I wake up. Screaming, and dripping in sweat, I conjure up my list.
My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. I survived the Hunger Games, twice. These games are no more, and Panem is a free republic...
I begin to trail off. It isn't working. In a sort of daze, I tumble out of bed, traipse down the stairs and leave the house. The cold engulfs me, my teeth begin to chitter, but my feet are fixed on their destination. Peeta's house. Clumsily, I bang my fist on his front door. Upon opening the door, he raises an eyebrow. He knows why I'm here. I nod, he gestures me in and I follow.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" Peeta queried.
"At this moment, not particularly, no," I reply, "Maybe in the morning."
He understands. That's what I love about Peeta, his ability to understand, or rather, his ability to understand me. Without another word, he leads me upstairs. I clamber into his bed, and it's not long before he's lying next to me, with his arms wrapped round me. I haven't felt this content in a long time, I miss this. Peeta is one of my few remaining close friends in this world, but am I truly in love with him? Does he still love me after all he's been through? Is this holding me just a friendly gesture? The conflicting emotions in my head cause me to twitch, which Peeta notices, so he pulls me closer. Knowing mulling over this will cause me to stay awake, I focus on my list once more.
My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. I survived the Hunger Games, twice. These games are no more, and Panem is a free republic. Peeta is holding me. As long as Peeta is here, I am safe.
And with that, I am dead to the world.