A/N: Hi, everyone! You guys are just amazing and awesome! Thank you guys so much for reviewing and following! I wasn't expecting to get many reviews but I did and for that I and eternally grateful! You guys made me smile when I got food poisoning this week and made me feel better. Thank you so much! Ugh I'm really sorry for not updating so here you guys have it! The one and only chapter 2! Enjoy it 'cause I had to rewrite it since the original chapter two came out like crap and then the other revision chapter two was bad again! So I had to re-write chapter two and this one came out a little better, (blame the food poisoning for this not-so-good chapter) anyways love you all and keep on reviewing!

Word Count: 2,405

Quote for this chapter: "How do most people live without any thought? There are many people in the world,-you must have noticed them in the street,-how do they live? How do they get strength to put on their clothes in the morning?" –Emily Dickinson

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with the Hunger Games Trilogy!


Chapter 2

She didn't want to think about it.

More importantly she didn't want to admit that her own thoughts had been said out loud by a complete stranger. Yet she still found herself wanting- no needing those thoughts to come to life.

Why did she choose to ignore the boy's words?

Had he not just spoken her thoughts and feelings out loud?

She shook her head to rid those thoughts and instead tried to focus on walking.

Right. Left

Right. Left

Right. Left.

Silence is threatening to take me in, wasn't it? That was all that ran through her mind. Silence was her only home, and it was also a threat.

Her hand extended and opened the door. Cool air hit her face as she walked into the Venue. Shops and stands littered the big halls. She wasn't shocked at all to see many people opening their shops or fixing their stands.

The venue was quiet, only the sound of footsteps and employees opening and closing doors echoed through it. Her hands were tight around her worn out satchel.

Ugh, why did she bring it anyways?

When she finally got to the small bookstore her hand loosened its grip. She was ready to open the store when a voice boomed from the store across from the bookstore.

"Katniss!" She turned around and saw Annie walking towards her. Annie was a quiet girl always shy and was beautiful.

She had dark hair and beautiful bright eyes, she was mysterious.

"Hey Katniss, um…Finnick, Johanna and I are going out for lunch in our breaks do you want to come with us?" Annie asked her, Katniss was shocked.

Of course they were all friends but they knew Katniss hated taking breaks. So why did they think it would change today?

"If you're worried you won't make it in time, you will…" Annie trailed off as she saw Katniss smile a little.

"Ok, I'll go with you guys." Katniss said silently. She had surprised both Annie and herself.

"Really? I mean ok! We'll meet up here at twelve ok?" Katniss just nodded her head.

"See you later Katniss." Annie said before she walked away, Katniss let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in; she faced the glass doors of the small bookstore and willed herself to open them. But she didn't.

She sighed again and opened the doors; the small and eerie bookstore was quiet and dark.

She wasn't afraid of it, more like afraid for it. She walked to the switch and watched as the bookstore lit up, this wasn't the greatest jobs in the world, heck if she could quit this job she would but she couldn't.

She walked to behind the counter and sat on the little stool.

The only thing she really loved about this place was the peace and quiet, and the smell of new books and new prints.

No matter how much she hated this job she was grateful for it.

Her grey eyes wandered around the bookstore until her eyes landed on a bookshelf that said 'Fiction & Mystery' then the other shelf beside it said 'Romance & Poetry' she looked at her watch and sighed once again.

Her eyes went back to the 'Romance & Poetry' shelf again; she had more than enough time to read something before anyone would come into the store.

She got up from the stool and walked towards the small shelf 'Romance & Poetry' and looked through the endless assortments of books, but only a few stood out.

It was the Emily Dickinson ones and the Allan Edgar Poe poems that stood out for her.

She never really liked poems or book but these Poets were something different. She remembered the nights she was tucked in bed and her father would read poems to her by Emily Dickinson and Edgar Allan Poe.

She took a book by Emily Dickinson and a book by Edgar Allan Poe.

Soon enough she found herself lost in the words and poems by these poets and found herself wanting to be safely hidden by her father's arms.


Many people entered the store and looked at books some actually bought something, and every time she could she would go and get another book by her two favorite poets.

She was transfixed in a poem by Emily Dickinson when Annie, Finnick, and Johanna had arrived at the bookstore at exactly twelve o'clock.

"Hey Katniss, you ready to go?" Annie asked her with a small smile on her face.

Katniss wanted to cancel on them but she knew it was too late and rude to do that, so instead she nodded her head and closed the book she was reading and put it back in its shelf.

"Hey Cato I'm taking my break now! Cover for me, alright!?" She said to the blonde lad that stood behind the counter.

"Yeah, ok. Have fun Katniss!" Cato yelled back and waved goodbye, Katniss followed Annie and the rest out of the venue and into the parking lot.

"So where are we going to eat?" Annie asked Finnick, he shrugged and unlocked his car.

"Let's go to the Chinese Restaurant by the bowling alley." Annie suggested.

"No, I hate that place. Let's go to Pizzeria across from the park!" Johanna said.

They all got into the car and sat quietly as Finnick started the car. "I really don't care where we go as long as there is food." Finnick said his hands placed gently on the wheel.

"Fine then, let's let Katniss decide." Annie said, two heads turned to face her and another pair of eyes looked at her through the mirror.

"I kind of want to go to the Pizzeria." Katniss said in a strong voice. Johanna smirked and Annie groaned.

"Haha! I won!" Johanna said and put her hands up in victory. Finnick chuckled but kept driving.


"All I'm saying is that I deserve to be manager not that fat-guy-who-has-no-life!" Finnick said, Katniss laughed at him and took a bite of her pizza.

"Oh shut up Finnick! You sound like a five-year old!" Johanna said. Finnick stuck he tongue out at her and made a face.

Annie burst out laughing and almost ran into a tree. They all burst out laughing and Annie turned a shade of red causing the other to laugh some more. They walked through the small park and laughed as Finnick attempted to make a joke, but failed horribly.

They walked towards the bottom of the bridge and stopped when they saw someone sitting on the ground sketch pad in hand.

He sat with his legs close to his chest and his sketch pad between. Katniss instantly recognized him. Peeta Mellark.

Peeta looked up when he heard footsteps but then looked back down and continued drawing. He wore a black hoodie he looked dark and mysterious.

Finnick went and sat on the bench the rest following him.

"So…" Finnick said awkwardly, they all just sat there looking around. Peeta chuckled and looked up from his drawing, he had a small smile.

"The name's Peeta Mellark." He said to them realizing that someone needed to break the silence.

"Ah so you're an English boy. My names Finnick Odair, this is Annie Cresta, that's Johanna Mason, and that's Katniss Everdeen." Finnick said pointing to each girl as he said their names. Peeta seemed to recognize Katniss, though he never knew her name.

'Katniss. Suits her, I guess' Peeta thought.

"Hi." Annie said to Peeta he smiled and nodded to her.

"Which part of England are you from?" She asked him Peeta abandoned his pencil and looked at them.

"Cheshire, London." He said, Annie smiled.

"Really? My great-grandfather was from Manchester, London." She told him.

Annie and Peeta seemed to get along easily, while Katniss just sat there staring at everything else but him.

"I didn't know you were from London!" Finnick said surprised.

"I'm not from there my great-grandfather was." Annie told him.

"Idiot." Johanna muttered to Finnick chose to ignore her. Instead he seemed to take in what Annie was saying.

"Don't think to hard Finn, you'll only end up hurting yourself." Johanna told him and patted his head.

"So what are you drawing" Johanna asked Peeta, he seemed to tense up a bit, but he showed them the drawing.

It was more of a sketch than a drawing but amazing nonetheless.

It was a picture of a landscape. But that wasn't what caught their attentions it was the wolves.

No they weren't wolves, a wolf wouldn't have a face the shape of a human, nor would it have backs that were like a human.

Katniss was horrified of the drawing! It was so detailed that it felt like you were actually there! But yet the drawing was beautiful!

"Whoa! Peeta you have a real talent!" Annie said as she held the sketchbook in her hand. Peeta just shrugged and fiddled with his fingers.

Katniss wasn't really focused on the drawing she was more focused on the artist. The lad seemed to hold many talents apart from 'saving' Katniss life and being able to understand how she felt.

"You really… God Peeta this is amazing!" Finnick said he touched the drawing and looked at it with focused eyes.

"Can you draw other stuff?" Finnick asked him not bothering to take his eyes off of the book.

"Yeah, they're more in that book." Peeta said quietly, Finnick looked at the other pages that lay on that book and his eyes widened at each drawing.

"Those are just my sketches; the real and last paintings are on canvas." Peeta said and looked down at his hands. Katniss looked at his hands as well; they were tinted with splotches of paint and pencil and pen markings.

She looked away and glared at the floor.


What if he hadn't saved her?

What if she were dead now? Why did he save her?

What would have happened to Prim if she had died?

Did Peeta really have that thought?

Did he really mean she was not alone?

How did the rest live without any thought?

A million questions ran through her head but she couldn't process anything, these thoughts and questions engulfed her. Confusion was all she felt.

Her head pounded as more questions poured into her; she wanted them all to stop.

She wish she could live without any thoughts like the rest of the world did. Why did she live with all these thoughts? She wasn't anything special, why her?

"Are you alright?" A chill ran through her body as she heard his thick British accent. He had whispered in her ear, his voice was calm and smooth. Just like before.

'No! I am not alright! Why!? Why did you save me!? Why didn't you just let me die!?' she desperately wanted to ask him but she didn't instead she gulped and nodded her head causing her headache to get worse.

"Are you sure, you look a little pale." Katniss looked at him; his blue eyes were enough to send shivers down Katniss back and 'cause the hair on her arms to stand.

It felt like he was looking into her soul. Her grey eyes were nothing compared to his deep blue ones.

Did he ever have thoughts like Katniss did?

Did he ever try to kill himself like Katniss tried earlier?

"That's none of your business." Peeta snapped at her, Katniss's eyes widened once she realized she had said her thoughts out loud.

"I-I…" She couldn't find words to help her out. Instead what helped her out were the silence that she created and the depth of the look in her grey eyes.

"I've got to go." He said out loud, Katniss realized he wasn't talking to her more like the others in general.

Finnick gave Peeta his sketch pad back and smiled at him.

"You really are talented Peeta." Finnick told Peeta truthfully.

"Thank you."

"Maybe we could all hang out some time; we could show you around Maine." Annie suggested and the others agreed except for Katniss, she just sat there in silence.

"Yeah, I would like that." Peeta said.

Annie had asked him for his number and he gave it to them. "I'll give you a ring when I need that tour." Peeta said to them then turned to leave.

The silent and mysterious boy walked to the brightness and out from under the bridge that they all sat in.

Katniss hadn't got her answers.

Instead she was left with more questions.


A/N: What did you guys think!? Was it good? Bad? If it was just leave a review and tell me how to improve on my chapters!And also tell me if you think I should continue with the quotes at the beginning of the chapters. Anyways thanks for reading I'll try to update soon! Thanks!