Author's Note: This story was originally a one-shot, but because of a recent reviewer, I have decided to make this a multi-chapter story. This reviewer's name is arabturky, and they are a very talented writer, and I wanted to thank you for your support in my work. I am excited to have this be a multi-chapter story. Without further ado, here it is!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games.
Chapter 2: Spill
I was walking through the woods, bow in hand, as I ran into a snare. The snare contained a fat rabbit. I looked up ahead, and saw that there were 5 or 6 more hanging up ahead of me. I reached my hand up to probe the snare, to see how the snare was made, when I heard a rustle in the bushes, and a stern voice stopped me.
"Stealing is punishable by death, you know."
The boy in question had olive skin like me, and brownish-black hair that meant he was from the seam. He looked much older than me, and I could tell he was very strong. He was wearing a hunting coat, not unlike my own, and boots that were also similar to mine, but were evidently much larger. He begins to reset all of his snares, and I can't help but notice the 6 already strung rabbits on his belt, and I feel a pang of jealousy. All I have is a squirrel. He begins to walk towards me, and I panic. My heart beats faster, and my hands get sweaty, my legs seem to have frozen.
"Katniss! Katniss!" I hear a voice say.
I slowly open my eyes and are met by blue ones. I immediately break down and fall into his arms. Although it brings me great comfort, I can't help but wonder why, of all people, he chose me. After I calm down, he slowly releases me, causing me to fall back onto my pillow, feeling better, but thirsty. I get up slowly and walk to the bathroom. I grab the glass on the side of the sink and fill it up. I look in the mirror and I see a tired, 18 year old staring back at me. I tear myself away from the mirror, and take off my nightclothes to get into the shower. I take a long shower because I am not looking forward to hearing Peeta worry about me, and beg for me to tell him about my dream. I would lie, most likely.
After I get dressed, I walk out into my room and notice that Peeta is gone. I would have worried, but not now. I smelled cheese buns, and only one person I know can make those. I meander downstairs and find Peeta stuffing his face with a cheese bun. He tries to smile, but fails miserably. He can't seem to swallow it and it is quite a sight.
I sit next to him, and give him a quick peck on the cheek before grabbing my own bun. They are warm and lovely. I finish mine, and by the time he's had his third, he is done and is watching me. I can't help but dread the upcoming conversation between the two of us.
"So…" I say.
He looks at me with a pained expression that quickly turns to frustration. He knows me well.
"Spill."
Author's note: Well, there you go! It's short, but I didn't want to overdo it. Be sure to check out arabturky's work! Until next time,
-sadiemayk13