She fought the tears that treated to spill.
Grabbing Prims hand she led her in the direction of their mother and thw three of them made their way in the direction of their home at the seam.
She couldn't bear to look back at that stage to see the space where Peeta Mellark had just occupied and would never be again. It hurt too much.
The walk home was silent and uneventful. There seemed to be an understanding amoungest everyone around. Each person seemed to know how close they came to death on this very day.
As the Everdeens arrived home, katniss made up the stairs to the shared room that belonged to Prim and herself. The room was dark and dreary. It boasted very little in the way of furniture, just an older single bed with old mattress and a blanket. On the opposite side of the small room there was a large set of drawers which had seen better days. On top of the dresser lay a cracked hand held mirror and a few odds and ends.
Closing the door behind her she made her way over to the bed. She could feel the tears whelling up in her eyes again as she pulled of her boots, tossing them into the corner and climbing into the bed and under the blanket before she let go and gave into the tears.
She remembered all too well the night that Peeta Mellark saved her life and the lives of her family as well. That awful time just after their father had died and they had no means to provide for themselves. After having ate hardly any food, Katniss was content to just give up and give into death. But he had saved her,giving her burnt bread and giving her hope.
She never properly thanked him and now that he was on his way to die, she never would. She had a always felt embarrassed when she saw him. Embarrassed that she had been so weak and so much in need of help. Peeta Mellark was a kind soul. And now he would be no more. He would never return home and she would never be able to thank him.
She cried again.
She felt a hand on her arm.
Through swollen eyes she looked to her left where she felt someone's touch. She found her mother starring back at her. Her mother sat down on the edge of the bed, the springs creaked loudly.
"Katniss, it's over, your both okay." Her mother's face turned to a lapped smile.
"It's only just begun for him." Katniss stated dryly. Her mother glanced to the side and back. "It is what it is Katniss and there's nothing that can be done. Did you know Peeta Mellark?" Her mother asked.
"Yes., no. A little."
There was a silence that hung in the air between the two.
Katniss began "Weve always went to school of course but, one day after dad died, I was in the merchant part if town, trying to find some food. Peeta Mellark burnt some bread in the bakery and then threw some over to me. When his mum saw that he had burnt the bread she gave him a bit of a beating for it."
Her mother's mouth moved a little in response. She seemed unsure of what to say to her daughter.
"He seemed like a very kind boy." Her mother replied.
"Your right mum. He was and I never got to thank him." Katniss closed her eyes and the tears began to flow freely again.
What do you all think? Melissa
