All of you that have read so far, here is chapter 3. :) I am going to post chapter after chapter today as quick as i can for a while because I hate to keep people waiting! I know I hate it when I'm reading a fanfiction. So, enjoy! Unless, you know, ya don't like it. :{) *Btw i think I am going to switch each chapter from Katniss POV to Peeta POV. I'm still not sure. I will keep it like this unless I feel like I need to continue in the same person for a chapter*
Katniss P.O.V.
I have to do it now. I can sense Peeta is suspicious, wich will soon expose what I am anticipating. When I look out the window I see Peeta run into Haymitch's house, panic written all over his face. Now is my only chance. Without thinking anymore, I take the lamp that is beside my bed and smash it to bits over my face. Shards of glass punture my face all over leaving blood trickling down every-wich-way. My vision blurry, i grab the kinfe I have locked away in my closet and aim for my thighs. Dizzy, I miss, and the kinfe plunges with full force into my abdomen. Even better. I can already sense my sight going black. But I realize I can't be here when it happens. Peeta will surely find a way in here and try to save me. That can't happen. Before I can muster up the courage to do anything to leave, i fall back into the closet. I know i won't be able to get to my feet so i just close the closet door and simply lock it. then i burry my self in clothes. Before I slip into unconsciousness I can hear loud foot steps storming up the stairs. But i know whoever it is, their to late.
My nightmares are filled with endless ways of every person I ever killed, either in the games or during the war, killing me. Including little Rue. But my only thought is, why didn't any of them do this before? I diserved to die. For killing them, their families and loved ones. The only reason I can muster up is the fact that I was the Mockingjay, and that they needed me for the rebellion that I never had any knowlledge of until it was to late. Until Peeta was gone from my grasp. I know I love him, and that I always did. I also know that his suffering is my fault. If I could have followed out in my plan to kill everyone there, including myself, he would have been crowned victor. But I didn't keep him safe like I was supposed to. Just like for Prim. Sweet, Prim. Who had to de because of me, the Mockingjay. I hate it. I don't know what, but I know I failed on everyone I loved. They all died because those poisonous berries I just had to pull out in the first place. How much hatred them must all have towards me... That's when my thoughts just go completely blank.
Next chapter will be today I'm sure. Sorry I take so long, sometimes I get writer's block. :( Review! Keep reading! Love it! (i hope :{O)
- Leah ;)
