Hello! Due to a few requests for another chapter, I decided to write something and see what it turns into. This will be very short, but it will do for now. Please tell me if you like this or not, you won't hurt my feelings; promise. Haha! Ok, let's see where this goes...
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own The Hunger Games or its characters.
Healing Each Other: Chapter 2
Panic. Panic is the first thing I feel when I wake up. At some point I fell into a quick and dreamless sleep last night. I feel like I've overslept or something. I guess that's due to the sunlight stretching out in lines between the blinds of the closed window. The closed window...the closed window! Peeta doesn't sleep with the windows closed! He must have gotten up already. I turn to face where Peeta should be and reach for him. The bed is empty and cold. I barely give myself time to get dressed before running clumsily down the stairs, hoping to see him making breakfast in the kitchen. For some reason, I know this won't be the case. It's Sunday, Peeta sleeps in on Sundays. I'm usually the one who's up early today. This thought only causes my heart to pound faster than it was pounding two seconds ago.
Sure enough, the kitchen, along with the rest of the house, is vacant. I take a few short breaths before I tell myself I'm overreacting. Peeta could have gone into town. He probably woke up early because of a bad dream and couldn't get back to sleep, so he just started the day alone so that I could have a descent few extra hours to rest. Yes, that's it. That must be it.
I allow myself to relax. Peeta would never abandon me. Not after last night especially. Last night. The memories come flooding back to me. I feel my stomach begin to twist and turn in conflicting ways. Part of me is still comforted by our new connection to each other, another part of me is a little embarrassed. Why? Oh I don't know, I mean haven't I always been so "pure?" I smile when the word comes to mind. Pure seems like a phrase that can hardly be used to describe someone who has seen all the things I have seen so far in my life. "It's like when you wouldn't look at me naked in the arena even though I was half dead. You're so...pure." Peeta's words come back to me. I feel like that moment in the elevator occurred millions of years ago, but I still remember it well, how annoyed I was when he had said that. I laugh a little. You were only annoyed because it was true Katniss I tell myself.
When I snap back to the present, I suddenly feel lonely. I just want to go find Peeta . I decide to skip eating breakfast for the time being, and instead I head back upstairs to take a shower so that I can head to town. As I strip off my clothes, I dare to glimpse at myself in the bathroom mirror. Am I somehow different now? I wonder. I don't appear to be. My awful, uneven patches of skin still cover my body with several shades of flesh tone, but now, knowing that Peeta didn't mind my mismatched appearance, I can bare to look at my refection for longer than the one second it usually takes me slam my eyes shut and look away... I hastily bathe, re-dress and braid my still wet hair down my back. I'm starting to get anxious again and something tells me I'll only be placated when I find out where Peeta is.
I'm just making my way out of the front door when I notice it. The lock on the doorknob is broken. It's been busted through. On it, are the ever so slight tracings of blood. I begin to tremble immediately and my brain forms only one single thought; Peeta isn't in town today.
Huh...I didn't expect that. Anyway, tell me what you think of this strange and short continuation. XD I obviously set it up for a third chapter but I will only do it if someone wants me to, so be sure and tell me if you do want more. Also, what can I fix? I'm very rusty so tips would be great! Thanks for sticking with me!
~ThankYouKatniss
