Hey, so I fixed this chapter and made it more descriptive. Enjoy!
Peeta woke up and was confused by his surroundings but then it all came crashing down. Katniss. Shot. Dead. He started to tear up, but he swallowed down the tears. She's dead, and I never got the chance to tell her that I love her, but I did make it clear that I did. He thought.
He sat up from the plastic chair and made a promise to himself. Even if she is, He gulped down the tears that threatened to spill over. Dead, she wouldn't want me to cry. So I won't. Ever again. He wandered around for awhile around the temporary hospital and found a small corridor and collapsed onto the floor. He lay there, on the dirty white floor that smelled of sterilizer for who knows how long, until he couldn't take it anymore. He stumbled up and world seemed to spin around him. When he steadied, he started to stumble out to the crowded area.
"Mr. Mellark?" A voice called out. He turned and looked at the stout doctor that had called him.
"Yes?" He managed to choked out.
"Where have you been? It has been a week since you have been last seen! Anyways, come with me." The doctor started to lead him. Peeta kept his head down and when they stopped, he looked up to see Room 45. Katniss's room. He turned around, horrified.
"Why did you bring me here? She's dead! I couldn't save her! Why did you bring me here? To mock me? To show that I can never see or ever touch her again? To never tell her that I love her, this is sick, cruel!" He yelled. He couldn't take it anymore. He ran out of the makeshift hospital. Peeta didn't know where his mind was taking him, but he didn't want to stop. He felt as if he kept on running, he would never have to face the fact that Katniss, the only girl he had ever loved, was dead. He stopped running and looked up only to be horrified again. He was in the forest. Where Katniss used to hunt. He thought. He broke down.
He collapsed onto the forest floor and sobbed harder than ever. Every memory and moment they had together flashed through his mind, taunting him, making the truth more painful. Katniss is gone, and she never coming back. Ever. He thought. He screamed into the air, scaring the birds and making them fly away. Peeta was jealous of them. How they could just fly into the sky. How they were so free. It sucked, and he just wanted everything to end. He balled up his sleeve and screamed like no tomorrow. The chattering forest fell silent and the only thing that could be heard was his strangled cries and the occasional mockingjay singing a song. By the time he was done his chest was heaving and his voice was gone. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He fell unconscious.
. . .
"Peeta! Where are you?" He heard a feminine voice call out. For a second he thought it was Katniss, but then the voice called again. It sounded something like Katniss's voice, but not really hers.
"Peeta!" The voice had found him. He opened his crystal eyes and a blur of shimmering yellow covered his eyes. "Peeta! I am so glad I found you!" It was Prim. He looked at her and noticed her eyes were full of relief. Why is she relieved? Her sister just died! He thought. "I need to show you something!" She dragged him up, which was an impossible feat as he was bigger, and lugged him through the sparkling forest. Then, he caught sight of something.
"Katniss? Katniss!" He called out. Just as she had turned around, every chatter and ray of sunlight melted into complete darkness.
"Katniss!" He yelped out. It had been a dream. Just a dream. He thought. He stood up on unsteady feet and made his way home through the luminous forest. When he entered, he knew what he was going to do. He reached stumbled up to his room and reached into his nightstand. As he took out the bottle that held the objects that he was looking for, he thought, I'm coming, sweetheart, I am coming.
He opened the bottle and took one of the many small dark purple disks out. Peeta put it into his mouth and swallowed the sweet yet bitter pill.
"Peeta!" Someone called out as he collapsed onto the carpeted floor, spilling the rest of the hazardous items in the bottle all over the floor. The person gasped and he thought it was awfully familiar. "Get help! He swallowed nightlock!"