The Many Realities I Have Lived In
Chapter 2: My Nightmare in the Arena
Hi again, I updated the last chapter a bit so that it would go right into this chapter. I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games
Katniss' POV
I was next to Peeta as I held a bowl filled with broth in my hands. I curiously looked around and sat on the dirt cave floor; Peeta looked just as confused as I felt. My head shook rapidly for a second and I sighed falling on the floor. How could I be in District 12, and bang my head, but then somehow be in a cave with a hurt Peeta?
"What's wrong?" Peeta asked as he tried to sit up, but he painfully fell back on the ground as he gasped from the strikes of pains.
"This isn't real, is it?" I said sharply, slamming the pot of broth on the ground, "This isn't real, Peeta. You're not hurt, we're in District 12. Wake me up, pinch me." I held out my arm so he can pinch me, it was a stupid idea but when you're dreaming you don't usually feel pain, do you? My eyes stared out of the cave where the stream laid, running smoothly.
"What?" Peeta questioned, raising an eyebrow for a second, "No, why would I do that, Katniss? This is real…" His blue eyes looked up at dark and bewildered eyes (A.N. Peeta's eyes are blue in the book, hazel in the movie).
"Eat your broth," I demanded pushing the pot over. I walked notably out of the cave looking for every detail that would tell me this isn't real. If it was how I could have been in District 12?
I peered up at the tall trees, and then to the fake arena sky, finally my sight landed on the stream which was slowly evaporating. "No," I mumbled kneeling next to it, trying to scoop some into my hands pathetically.
My feet hurriedly brought me into the cave and my fingers grasped a water bottle. As I ran back I tripped on what felt like a sharp rock. I didn't glance back but rushed over to the escaping water and bottled it in the flask.
Sighing with relief as I closed the bottle I inspected my injured ankle. It wasn't too bad, only a cut. I easily took care of it by rubbing some of the water that was left in puddles on the forest floor.
My mind flew into a whole other world, as it felt like, and began thinking of how any of this was possible. It was torture almost, being thrown into an arena, even in my dreams again and again. The question kept nagging on my brain and I let it rush to my worries. Was this a dream, or was everything else a dream?
"Katniss," I heard Peeta's fragile voice call for me. I being frustrated, threw myself on my feet and stomped my feet on the soil, to Peeta. I rose a questioningly eyebrow up which signaled Peeta to answer; the broth wasn't touched at all. "Could you help me?" He asked lowering his head so his eyes made contact with the pot of broth.
I nodded and helped Peeta as quickly as I could. We sat in silence for a couple of minutes when we heard a voice boom. It belonged to Caesar Flickerman's; the voice was telling us about the feast that was going to be hosted, to get something we needed badly.
My attention was caught from the words, "I'm going." I said standing up, "You need medicine. It'll take me a while to get there, so I'll go soon. I'll just get you some food and water."
I'm about to leave the cave when Peeta stops me. "Katniss," he begins, "No, I don't want you getting hurt. Please, stay." He looked tired as he allowed a sad expression to appear.
I sighed, "Fine but you have to do everything I say, eat the broth whenever and everything." I lied and went outside; I'm failing at the star-crossed lovers act. I held the pot in my hand and decided I would make some broth, or soup. My fingers quickly gathered berries, mint leafs, and tiny bits of chicken. I gathered some water and dumped some into the pot, making it manageable, but it was from the water bottles. I filled the water bottles from the puddles, and cleaned the water all over again as well.
The pot somehow had gotten hot, and the food. I was about to go in when I heard the sound of chimes, it belonged to a parachute coming down. I looked up in the sky and saw one. I had almost missed it. It had landed and I opened the sealed container to find a container of medicine, it was tiny.
My fingers quickly twisted off the lid and my nose inhaled the scent. It was a sweet smell. The medicine couldn't possibly heal Peeta in time too until something horrible happened to him, that's when my mind opened to the memories of the smell. It was sleeping medicine. I confusedly jabbed the lid back onto its original place and sat for a moment.
The medicine would only knock out someone for a day. What use would that be? I scoffed loudly and heard a small echo travel through the woods. I then realized that I could use it, on Peeta and sneak away getting his real medicine. My feet quickly fumbled to the pot that was still boiling hot and I poured the container's contents into it.
I shook the pot up a bit so he wouldn't realize the taste; he must've had it once in his life.
I went to find Peeta on the floor sleeping. I'll just give it to him later, I'll hide it first outside so it will keep hot. He also just ate; it's not likely he'll want to eat again. He didn't want to eat the first time but did what he was told, not quickly.
When I came back in from hiding the broth filled pot, I sat next to Peeta. He looked very tired, and sick, but he'll make it through the arena, back to home in District 12. Hopefully we both will. I slowly fell to sleep beside Peeta.
I woke with a jolt; fog was starting to approach me. I saw Finnick, Peeta, and Mags on the ground sleeping. "Run!" I yelled at everyone, they also woke up, alert, and started to sprint. Finnick was piggy-backing Mags as Peeta was running behind me.
Thanks for reading, please, please review! Sorry if the chapter was a bit short too. As well, sorry if the characters are off in ways because this is my first fanfiction focusing on Katniss and Peeta specifically. Any criticism would be awesome, or suggestions. Thanks!
