Peeta P.O.V.
It wasn't her fault her sister died. If anything it was Gale's fault, considering it was his bomb that got dropped. Gale. I don't hate him, but I don't like him either. I respect him at least. Katniss must not think anything different of him, because she is blaming herself for this action. Of she most hold him responsible for something, unless she is as sick as she seems to be. How long has this been going on? Her nightmares? Her self hatred? Has she even been eating or taking her medicine? She looks thin, so thin that I can count all of her ribs. Her face, skin looks pale. To pale to be healthy. Her voice tells me she hasn't had water since we were in District 13. Something is going on. Something I know I won't like.
"Come on, let's go get some breakfast. I'm starving." I say, trying to get her out of bed. Who knows how long it's been since she even left this room?
She struggles at first but after some time she agrees and slowly goes down thestairs and slumps at the kitchen table, holding her chin her hand with her elbow on the table.
"I'm not hungry." She states to me, with the samesound in her voice as this morning.
"You need to eat something, Katniss." I say urging her to take some food.
"Like I told you, I'm not hungry. I don't need to eat now." She tells me, looking off to the wall in front of her.
It worse than I had imagined. She is just simply, refusing to eat. I can tell it's been going onsince she's been back. So instead I go get a cup of water and set it in front of her along with her daily pills. She doesn't take them. Doesn't even move. Just continues to stare off into space, expressionless. Oh, no.
"Katniss you need to take your pills. Your doctors orders."
She takes a long time to answer, as if she was thinking about what to say. Then she replies in yet the same tone, "No, later maybe."
How can this be happening? This Katniss is lifeless. She has no will to live. But she wouldn't end her life. I know that. I know her. Do I? I still have horrible flashbacks of her trying to kill me, but I know it isn't real. But she isn't the same Katniss, the Katniss I know I have loved my whole life.
"I'm going to bed." Her voice breaks my thoughts. She is up the stairs before I can stop her. Sleeping to much isn't healthy for her state. I also know that she must be in some routine of this everyday. Sleep, stay in bed without eating, drinking or taking any pills. I run up the stairs and to her door. She needs help. I don't like the feeling I am getting from her actions. I try to open the door, but it's locked. Obviously to stop me from dragging her out of bed again. Who knows what could come out of this. In a panic, I sprint to Haymitch's house. I need his help, and possibly he can tell me what Katniss has been doing before I came back to the District. Hopefully he is sober, wich supprisingly he is. Just as me and Haymitch make eye contact in his liquor-smelling living room, theres a crash. A loud one. We both look at eachother again then out of his window. We both know where the sound came from. Katniss' bedroom.
