Hello everyone! I am back with a new chapter. hope you find this interesting. Review it please. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ego is like the dust in the eyes, without cleaning it you cannot see anything clearly. To be honest, at that point, I was totally overpowered by my pride and my ego and I let him go. I think it was the beginning of the great downfall of our friendship. Relationships never die a natural death, its always murdered by our behaviour.
As soon as Haymitch left the room, I decided to take a nap. The air conditioner was switched on and was at a very low temperature. I was feeling cold so, I pulled on the blanket and laid over the bed. I shut my eyes and tried to sleep but couldn't.
My brained flashed all these memories. I saw Peeta, with that innocent look in his eyes, apologizing for his actions. And then, of course Haymitch, who tried to convince me to understand Peeta. Oh god, I couldn't sleep.
So, I just sat up and leaned against the wall near the bed. Suddenly, I started to think about the old things. The old memories. My mind made the things more complex. Though, I didn't wanted to think about anything, but you know, the human nature.
I remember, it was a rainy day and my family was striving to death. No money, no food at all. I promised Prim, that I would defiantly get something to fill her stomach but still I couldn't find anything. I remember the hopeful look in my mum's eyes, to get something for them. I wanted the food but instead I was just wandering in the streets. I even searched for food in the dustbins.
Finally, I lost the hope and sat under a tree. It was raining cats and dogs. But then, it was Peeta, the beam of light in my world of darkness. He threw three bread loafs towards me. His mouth was shut. He helped me when no one did. Its an old story but I still remember his messed up blonde hair and that frightened look in his eyes. His image made me smile.
Look even now, when I led him down, he is making me smile in one way or the other. So why can't I help him? So why can't I pardon him? I don't want to be a selfish idot, no I don't.
I knew what my problem was, EGO. So, I took off the E and let it GO. I wanted to apologize him.
I checked the wall clock, hanging on the left wall of this room. It was eight in the evening and I couldn't go away like this. But thankfully, after an hour or so a nurse appeared along with my discharge summary. I was happy that I can get back now.
As soon as I got out of the hospital, Haymitch was there and he offered to drop me and I didn't refused. I was expecting that he would again try to persue me regarding Peeta, but surprisingly he didn't even said a single word.
"Do you know where he is?" I bothered to ask. "Whom are you talking about?" He said and really, he was annoying me. "You know that I am talking about Peeta. So please answer." I said, trying to sound calmer. He sighed but still spoke up, "Last time.... He was at my place. Well, are you trying to talk to him?" He completed and stopped the car.
I had reached my home. I got out of the car and said, "May be tomorrow?" In an uncertain voice. I waved towards him and headed towards the door. I saw him smiling at me and saying some words that I didn't hear. Maybe take care or something.
When I entered my house, I was stunned. My house was neat and tidy and the kitchen too as if nothing had happened here. And I know who it was. Peeta. I knew that I will not be able to sleep untill I get his pardon, for his sake or maybe for my satisfaction. I was feeling even worst now.
I decided to go to Haymitch's home and meet Peeta over there immediately so that I can sort all things out as soon as possible. I locked my door and went to Haymitch's residence which was three houses away from mine and Peeta's. I took a deep breath and knocked the door. Haymitched opened it.
I opened my mouth to ask, "Is he-?" But he interrupted me, "No, he went to his own house! You know what you did to him? He did the worst thing that he can ever do!" He was suddenly yelling.
Now, I could feel my heart throbbing under my chest. I was shaking. What he could do now? I thought. "No Haymitch. Tell me he didn't." I said. To be honest at that stage I was even thinking that he could finish himself off but why on such a stupid thing??! Haymitch rolled his eyes.
"oh come on Katniss. He didn't committed suicide." I let the sound of relaxation escape through my mouth. I think i have got crazy to even think something like that. He continued, "Actually, when I got back home, I noticed that he finished like one and a half bottles of my vodka!"
"So you are worried about vodka supply, huh?" I asked him. His eyes widened. "I think he hit your head pretty hard or you are not taking your medicines properly." He said.
"What do you mean?" I questioned him.
"I mean that I was worried about Peeta. He never got drunk. And its kinda impossible to handle some one who never even smelled something like that purposefully. He is intoxicated and you should go and sleep and talk to to him tomorrow. Did you get that? Now go and let me sleep. Good Night!" He said and banged the door at my face.
"No, I cannot wait for tomorrow." I told myself. "I need to talk him, help him and apologize to him." And I walked in the direction of his house.
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Note: I will soon update. the new chapter is called "intoxicated". I haven't started writing it yet but I will try to turn it to be surprising. I love it when you review my work. its like an inspiration so don't forget to comment. Plus, I think I should change the name of my story and keep it something relevant, lol. I was listening to Taylor Swift song - Wonderland when I wrote the first chapter and this story got its name, XD.