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Chapter 2 – What happened to us?

Peeta

I woke up early that morning.

Hoping that when I opened my eyes I would find my arms wrapped around a beautiful gray eyed girl with long dark hair that smelled of jasmine and wild berries snoring slightly almost humming maybe, smiling as she has a sweet dream.

But like every morning after the war ended, I woke up to empty sheets and a frown forming on my mouth.

As I open my eyes I realize she's not there but it really doesn't shock me.

I stared at the nothingness wishing she was here.

I felt empty.

Since the Rebellion and the capital was overthrown and Katniss and I were back in district twelve.

I could only catch glimpses of her as I tended my flowers and herbs & vegetable garden.

She looked terribly depressed. She also looked very skinny as if she hadn't been eating at all.

I found that strange because I always saw and waved as Greasy Sae walked by my house to go to Katniss' every day.

I knew she always cooked for her.

Katniss had bags under her eyes that I was sure were because of her nightmares.

I heard her sometimes when I was lying in my bed unable to sleep.

She screams pretty damn loud.

Every time I see her outside that is what I encountered, she'd hold my gaze for about three seconds and then turned and ran in to her house while tears streamed down her face.

I could never shake the feeling I would get when I saw her do this, I felt like I should do something but I never got the courage to chase after her, I've hurt her many times.

Of course I didn't do it on purpose but it still counted because I did it.

I shook my head trying to stop thinking about her, I just made my stiff neck hurt more than it did, it was stiff because I had a nightmare last night, I hated that I get paralyzed when I have these.

Slowly I sat up, legs hanging over the edge.

''Stupid Prosthetic'' I whispered to myself.

I got up, got dressed and headed to the bathroom to put on my scar medicine and take pills to help prevent the flashbacks I get.

I looked in the mirror not quite happy with the guy string back at me.

He looked unhappy.

I tried smiling but my eyes gave it away.

I washed my face, and combed my hair a little.

Taking one last look at the mirror I realized I looked sort of like my father when he was younger but I had my mother's eyes.

I smiled at the thought of him and then headed downstairs to bake some bread for breakfast.

I made small wheat loves today, but I almost burnt them because I got distracted thinking about Katniss.

I haven't seen her smile in such a long time and I missed it.

I also missed my family.

I felt so lonely.

I had bitter and angry feelings towards the capital.

The old one, I knew its wasn't the same government anymore but you can't help feeling angry about it.

I told myself to block those thoughts, I didn't want to trigger a flash back this early in the morning.

But I couldn't help thinking about it and it got the best of me.

I gripped a chair as tight as I could as I re-lived every horror I've been through these past few years.

After about five minutes my vision cleared up , my head stopped pounding , my heart beat slowed and I could think clearly again.

I was starting to get used to them by now.

I tried not to channel thoughts that would trigger them and I kept myself busy so I didn't have time to think.

Every time they were less frequent.

I was having them about once every two days for short periods of time.

My flash backs lasted about five minutes or so, no more than eight.

I went to the stash of head ache pills on top of my fridge and took one because my head was still throbbing.

After my episode I took my bread out of the oven and put them on the cooling rack.

It was probably almost nine in the morning by now.

I sat down at the dining table to read a recipe book while I waited for the loaves to cool.

At about nine thirty-five, I set the book down and walked back to the kitchen to retrieve the bread.

They were still warm but I took them anyway along with a glass of hot chocolate milk and strawberry jam.

When I finished having breakfast I headed towards the front door where my gardening boots were located.

I slipped into them and went outside in to the warm sun.

I trimmed the lawn and the hedges, picked weeds from the herb patch, watered the flower bed and harvested a few ripe tomatoes from the veggie part of my garden.

It was probably about eleven o' clock by then so I stared to go back inside to take a shower and get lunch started when I heard the faint sound of glass breaking.

Then I heard a scream from 3 houses down from mine.

I dropped everything automatically.

The tomatoes rolled off the porch but I didn't go after them.

As I sprinted towards Katniss's house I heard more breaking glass, screaming and crying, a heartbreaking cry.

I started to panic, horrible thoughts swirling in my head.

As I got to the front door I stopped for a moment trying to decide what I was going to do, when I heard more glass shatter , some foot steeps and then after a few moments a tiny yelp that could only belong to Katniss.

I guess I did it on impulse really, I slammed the door open and found a skinny girl in very worn out jeans and black tank top on the floor, she had a tear streaked face, dark bags under her eyes and her eyes, her once beautiful gray eyes that were full of fire where now so full of hatred and sadness they were now a faint candle light flame.

She was dying slowly and painfully.

I stared at her for a moment thinking how could I let this happen to her, we've been through so much, we had saved each other countless times not just in the games, but from nightmares, and then I just let her fade away like she is?

I felt completely guilty.

This was my fault I thought.

'' Katniss'' I said.

Then I realized she had blood on her bare feet.

I kept scanning her and found that her right hand was holding something slender, sleek and blue-tinted …it was glass.

I quickly looked around the room and the floor was littered with broken plates, and they were of every color.

I looked back at her and the glass was hovering over her left wrist.

Finally it clicked; she was attempting to commit suicide.

I felt tears burn down my face, seeing this just tore me apart.

She looked around to see who just slammed the door open to find me staring at her , she glanced at my tears and then had a confused look on her face , then it turned to anger and then sadness again.

She then returned to slashing at her wrists when I knelt next to her calmly trying to take the glass away.

But she wouldn't let me, she screamed '' Why are you doing this? Leave me alone! ''

I didn't respond, I just focused on taking that glass away from her.

''Don't you see I'm worthless Peeta?'' She yelled.

''No Katniss, I don't! Because you're not worthless, you're worth more than gold to me! '' I said to her.

She still continued to push my arms away.

'' I'm not worth your trouble! I don't deserve to live Peeta! Damn you! Just go away!''

I just felt more tears roll down my cheek and stopped to look at her straight into her sad gray eyes. '' You do deserve to live Katniss, it's not your fault that all this happened, stop saying these things''

She hesitated, but since I let go of her, she took the chance to create a deep two-inch cut on her wrist.

She yelped and tears poured down her face in pain.

I had to stop her, partly because she was hurting herself badly and because I just couldn't take any more of this.

After much cursing from her part, I managed to take the shard away.

'She so weak' I thought.

I picked her up, and much to her dislike, carried her to the couch as she trashed and kicked.

I sat her down, while she glared at me.

I examined the damage she had done to herself.

I found small cuts and glass stuck in her feet, a deep two-inch cut on her forearm along with a four-inch one that was pretty deep also that on her wrist, and smaller ones that just looked like scratches.

The palm of her right hand was cut; I figured it was because she held the glass there.

Lastly she had a good-sized gash on her left leg thigh.

I loved this girl a lot and seeing her like this is just too much, I sat down on the recliner that faced the couch Katniss was on.

While she sat there glaring daggers at me, I stared at her and thought 'what happened to us?'.