What Happens Now

Chapter 4

Hey guys, thanks so much for the reviews! I honestly though no one would read this… anyway, I'd love some prompts because I'm suffering from major writer's block and I have no idea what I should write next. I would like this to be quite a bit longer, because personally short fanfics annoy me, unless they're a one-shot of course… wow I'm babbling again. So, prompts! Pretty pretty pretty please! Oh, and I have exams in a week so I really shouldn't be on here… but here I am so whatever. And I'm sorry for the short chapter :/. xxx

Back home, there's nothing to do. So many times I have got myself dressed nicely and put my hand on the door to go talk to Peeta - so many times I have chickened out.
So a week after I get back, Greasy Sae unlocks the door to make breakfast.

Over the eggs, I ask her, "Where did Gale go?"

"District Two. Got some fancy job there. I see him now and again on the television," she says.

I dig around inside myself, trying to register anger, hatred, longing. Instead, I find only relief.

"I'm going hunting today,' I say.

"Well, I wouldn't mind some fresh game at that," she answers.

I finish breakfast and take the long route towards the meadow.
Oh. They've replaced the fence. I probably should've seen that coming.
Gone were the rusted chains, the holes, the links gone missing. Instead, the fence has been shortened (?) to about 7 foot, had similar chain replace the old, and now no holes I can sneak through.
I walk closer, and listen closely for the telltale clicks... none. Does that mean its better quality electricity, or maybe... none?
I pick up a nearby leaf, and throw it at the fence. It drifts slowly to the ground. I look around for something else like a stick. I throw one at it. It rattles the metal, but no burnt smell or sparks . . . Should I risk touching it? I consider for a moment... but what have I got left to lose?
Reaching my hand out slowly, my hand touches the metal. No shock.
Cool.
I scaled the fence easily and run to grab my bow from the log. Just because the war's over doesn't mean going into the forest is "a good idea".
The way through the forest is trickier than usual, the odd log or stone trip me up. Guess the days spent at home have caught up to me.
I blunder on carelessly, and catch my shoes on a log. I fall, and my palms graze on the stones. Just a little sting, that's all.

I take down a few rabbits and a squirrel, but holding the carcasses in my hands, I look down on them and see them as people, for a brief moment. They would have had families, with still a life to live.

Disgusted with these thoughts, I stuff the animals in my (new) bag and walk back to the fence. I guess I'll just take them to the butcher… some people still like to buy what they're used to.

It's still early afternoon, and I have nothing better to do than sit on the sofa and watch the dust motes spin in thin shafts of golden light.

I wind up thinking about all the dead. I had a terrible nightmare the other night, where zim lying at the bottom of a deep grave, and every dead person I knew by name comes and throws a shovel full of ashes on me. It's quite a long dream, considering the list of people, and the deeper I'm buried, the harder it is to breathe. I try to call out, begging them to stop, but the ashes fills my mouth and nose and I can't make any sound.

It wasn't a nice dream, to say the least.

I get back, and Greasy Sae isn't at home so I leave the bag on the bench in the kitchen, and go to sit in the lounge again.

I don't find happiness anymore. Peeta definitely isn't going to come around anymore. I have nothing and no one left to live for.

There's no obstacle to taking my life. But I seem to be waiting for something.

So I hoped you liked it, and sorry AGAIN for the short chapter. Remember prompts please? And review! :) xxx