Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They all belong to Suzanne Collins. Based on the book The Hunger Games (Post-Mockingjay)
The world is white. The world is cold. I hear nothing. I see nothing. There's this feeling in stomach that aches for something. But what? All I can see is white. I need Peeta. I need him to paint me a blue sky.
Cold air rushes in my face as I get up. I look around my room but no one is at my bedside today. I'm looking for Peeta. There are fresh baked cheese buns on my dresser and before I get up to grab them, I remember something. The last few things I saw before I drown in morphling. My toes. I can feel them now but are they real? I slowly lift the blankets off my toes, afraid of what I will see, and they are real! How did they fix that? Is that even possible? I'm so happy that I almost fall trying to grab the cheese buns.
I turn at the wrong timing. I bump into Peeta. He's all covered in flour and I get it all over me. Embarressed, I mumble that I need to get it off of me before I go to District 2. Yes, I am going to District 2 for Gale.
I walk into the train and my mouth drops open.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I scream.
Peeta looks horrified and he backs up against the wall.
"I...I... I though-t-t you would like, um, some, um, company?" He stutters.
I push him away and storm into the room I slept in when I was on the train for the first Hunger Games and the third quarter quell. I think about the first time I was in here, I think about the pin, I think about Madge, I think about how she's dead. Lost in my thoughts, I hear a knock on my door and I ignore whoever it is.
This is wrong. I shouldn't be ignoring Peeta but God, why does he have to tag along like a lost little puppy? I remember that Peeta has no one. No one at all. Not a parent, no siblings, Haymitch dosen't care, no friends. He must be lonely. I feel lost all the time. My thoughts start out at one point and jump right to another. No details. Just small actions going around me or just a simple thought. I try to think about Madge but I can't. Did she ever think about me as a friend? I hope she's alive some where and she's safe. She reminds me of Gale. She keeps deep thoughts to herself and shares with no one just like Gale does.
A/N: Short, lame chapter. I'm not good at writing fanfics. I might throw in some Gadge when Katniss gets to D2 and some more Everlark. Sorry about my awful fanfic writing.
