Hi guys, thanks so much for reading and reviewing. I need ideas for what will happen later in the story so tell me if you have any. I also need ideas for the quarter quell like the theme/tributes/arena and victory tour events. I also need to know if you guys think Katniss should have a baby. Thanks for reading and enjoy. (PS reviews make me write faster)
PEETA POV
Me and Katniss both sleep soundly through the night, and for once since the Games, we both have no nightmares.
The sun begins to shine through the large glass windows, and I soon begin to wake up. Katniss and I fell asleep on the couch, and we're still there, Katniss head is resting on my lap and I can't help but feel happy and safe. Safe, I stifle a laugh, with Snow's threats hanging over us, the last thing I should feel is safe.
I can't help but stare at Katniss peaceful figure as she sleeps. She looks so much younger, 14 at the most, and for once I see her unguarded with no masks, no worries, and no fears. She is beautiful, absolutely breathtaking. I begin to stroke her hair, gently of course, and I begin to imagine a place with no games, no fears, and no worries. I place where Katniss and I could be safe.
Katniss begins to murmur, and I imagine she's having a horrible nightmare, "No, please don't hurt him, please kill me instead, no please, please," she begins to cry out, "Peeta, Peeta, I'm sorry, no please, Peeta help me, please help me, don't leave me Peeta," Katniss begins to cry out for me, call for me, and it breaks my heart. "Katniss, it's ok, it was all a dream, your ok Katniss, your ok, they can't hurt you now, your safe Katniss, you're safe." Katniss clings to me, refusing to let go, curling up her small body on my lap, clinging to me like she won't she tomorrow. We stay there for awhile, Katniss crying out and refusing to let go of me, holding on like I'm her lifeline, letting me see her mask less, and finally trusting me. We sit there holding each other and try to forget the horrors we have seen.
MRS. EVERDEEN POV
She's changed, my little girl has changed. I watched my eldest daughter grow from a little girl into a beautiful brave young woman. I watched her first steps, heard her sing just like her father, I cooked the first squirrel she ever shot and I was always was there for her. That was until my husband died. I left them then, I left my daughters to die. But my little girl wasn't going to die, oh no she wouldn't go down without a fight. And after we were saved by her determination she didn't trust me, she didn't trust anyone, and she would never trust me again. Because once you lose Katniss Everdeen's trust, you won't gain it again. I lost her trust and I would never gain it again.
But when I saw her step off the train with her "lover", I saw the haunted look in her eyes, I saw the pain after all she saw and I swore I would be there for her, that I would gain her trust again.
But as I watch them on the couch, my little girl sobbing and screaming for the pain to stop, I realize something. She will never be the same, my little girl grew up faster than she should, and she will probably never trust me again. But at least she has someone to take care of her. Someone who she can trust.
PEETA POV
We sit there for most of the day, Katniss sobbing and the rest of the house oddly silent. I think Katniss' mom took Prim out of the house, because she saw us from the top of the stairs, and mouthed me something about taking Prim out of the house to do something. By the end of the day, Katniss has finally sobbed herself out and is coming back to her normal masked self. She just needed one day to let the normal human emotions show instead of pretending to always be fine. That night Katniss and I eat dinner by ourselves, just some bread and meat, simple compared to the capitol's dishes.
We sit in silence, Katniss' face still blotchy from crying, until she says something, "I'm sorry Peeta for being weak and silly and….." I cut Katniss short in the middle of her speech, "Katniss, it's okay to cry and to be scared, it's not being weak just because for once you let your actually human emotions show," I say. "No Peeta it's not," she says angrily, "Being weak gets you killed, and loving people just hurts you in the end. I don't want to be like my mother and break down and leave if someone dies, I just can't afford to think like that. I'm just so scared Peeta, every time I close my eyes I see Glimmer and Marvel and Rue and even Prim, it's never over, the games will never be over, I'll never escape. Never." And Katniss cries again, her sobs rake through the air, so grieved, so scared. And Katniss welcomes my open arms, my comfort, and as I carry her up the stairs to the nightmare filled sleep, I wonder if things will ever get better, or if we will always be trapped in those wicked games.
We hold each other at night, and together we fight off the nightmares.
The next morning Katniss acts as if last nights events never happened. If everything was just dandy and perfect but I know that's not true. She doesn't want her family to worry about her, to think something's wrong. She's so protective it makes me love her even more. As we eat breakfast Prim talks about her class friends, and a project about everyone's favorite victors, Katniss and I share a look while Prim continues to talk about how everyone's doing the project on Katniss and how all the boys think she's pretty. Katniss nods but rolls her eyes at the pretty part; she still doesn't believe that she's pretty, so I just stifle a laugh when she rolls her eyes. Next Katniss' mother says something that really surprises me, she suggests that we invite my family over for dinner tonight and even more surprisingly Katniss agrees. Prim then just begs Katniss and me to walk her to school and Katniss wearily agrees. I know she's worried about facing the others from our classes, even though she wasn't friends with any of them.
"COME ON KATNISS," shouts Prim, "We're going to be late!"
"Coming," Katniss yells back. "Are you coming Peeta?" she asks me. "We can tell your parents about dinner tonight."
"Ya, sure," I reply calmly. But in reality I'm jumping for joy inside. Katniss will actually stand to be near me without shunning me. That's a large improvement.
We walk to the school in relative silence. Prim chatters on about her friends, and how they all supported me and Katniss in the games. We both momentarily shudder at the word "games", and soon arrive at the school. Heads turn when the see us, the victors of the Hunger Games, the killers, the survivors. People try not to stare, but their eyes still wander to us. Katniss is tense, and I can feel her going from her normal self to the victor she is. She feels like she is in the arena, killing or be killed. Her hand reaches into her pocket where I know there is a knife, I only know because I have one there. She walks with an air of superiority, and people move out of the way for her. As we reach the front door, some of my brave friends, including Jake, come up to talk to me. They give me congrats and pats on the back, and tell me things that happened when I was gone. No one mentions the games. They all seem to flicker glances at Katniss, most had a crush on her and probably still do now that she's all cleaned up. I feel an urge to put and arm around her, to show that she's taken. But I would rather not be shunned and possible hurt by her anger.
As we continue small chat with my friends, I can tell she's getting uncomfortable by the way she is shifting from foot to foot.
"I'm going to drop of Prim," she says quietly to me. And without another word she strolls off, braid swinging as she walks out, and everyone's eyes follow her.