Sorry this chappie is so short! :( I've been having some EXTREME writers block. Worst sickness EVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. Sure some may think colds are bad, but those don't black your imagination, soooooooo... Yeah, I'm right.
Anywhoo... I'm having an idea contest! Check out the rules after this chapter!
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
When the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone and it goes to waste
Could it be worse
Fix You - by Coldplay
CHAPTER 4
"Because I love you."
The words I said to Peeta this afternoon echo in my mind as I curl up in the soft blankets on my bed. The joy on his face when I said those four words to him makes me smile under the covers.
Flashback
"Because I love you."
His eyes wide grow wide. "Really?"
In my mind, I cringe knowing how I had played with his feelings during the Games. "Yes, really."
A giant grin splits across his face and I can't help but grin at him too. Then I do the only thing that I can think of, I kiss him.
End of flashback
I slowly drift off into a peaceful sleep, with the memory of that moment fresh in my mind.
I wake to screams that for once I find are not my own. As fast as I can, I shoot out of bed and run into the hall. I race down the stairs into the kitchen where Peeta lays on the kitchen table.
He lets out another scream thrashes around. He claws at the side of the table. His screams echo around the house. I'm frozen with shock; Peeta never screams or thrashes in his sleep. He suffers in silence, frozen with fear caused by the nightmares.
I'm torn from the frozen state from another scream. I try to wake him by shaking him, but every time I touched him, he jerked away screaming. Fresh pools of blood appear on his bandages, by him thrashing around he is reopening his wounds.
I hurriedly try to figure out a way to wake him before he hurts himself. I grab his arm hard enough so he can jerk away. His mouth is half open and he lets out a half cry and writhes under my grip. His eyes fly open with one last strangled cry as he is torn from his nightmare. I wrap my arms around his neck and he bursts out sobbing.
"Shhhh…. It's just a nightmare," I soothe, but when I say that he shakes his head as if I'm wrong. Slowly the sobs quiet down, but Peeta keeps his face buried in my shoulder. "Do you want to talk about it?" I ask, like he would always ask me after my nightmares.
"It was real, Katniss. It was real." He whispers.
His eyes get this gazed, distant look and more tears leak out. "A memory…." He manages to get out. His eyes shine with past pain. One question burns in my mind:
What happened in Peeta's past that caused him so much pain?
Told ya it was short! I wanted to make it longer, but you know, WRITERS BLOCK! AUGH!
So here is the IDEA CONTEST: So I need an idea for the nightmare/memory! Here's what you must do:
1. Come up with an idea
2. Tell me your idea in the reviews or PM me
Whover's idea I like best will be in the next chapter and will get a sneak peak at it! If they idea is OUTSTANDING, then you will get a sneak peak of my next fanfic after I'm done with this one!
Remember: YOUR IDEA HAS TO BE INTENSE! Something so intense Peeta can't ever think about it and has nightmares about that moment!
May the odds be ever in your favor!
~shonti