Right now I'm in my victor's house with my mum and Prim watching Capitol TV. I have no idea how they call this entertainment.
It has been a month since the victory tour and every moment has been spent trying to busy myself so there is no time to be alone with my thoughts. I was so desperate I even offered to go buy our food. After buying fruit and vegetables I went to the bakery, I opened the door and was hit with the smell of flour, pastries and… PEETA!
I look to the counter to see Peeta there smiling sadly at me. This isn't real! I hear him call out if I was okay. I slide down the door and rocked myself, eyes shut tight. I go over the things I knew were true. My name is Katniss Everdeen. I won the 74th hunger games. Peeta is dead. Peeta is dead. Peeta is dead.
I slowly open my eyes, to see a face in front of my own with concern in their eyes. Studying the face I realise that the crocked nose, brown eyes. This wasn't Peeta.
He offers out a hand and I unsteadily stand up. "wh-who are you?" I ask still shaken.
He once again offers a sad smile replies," David Mellark, I'm Peeta's Father." I stare up at him. I rip my hand from his grip and staggered back, "I'm sorry I shouldn't have come here, I-I didn't mean to- I mean- I didn't kill" suddenly my back hit the door.
I look down at the ground. Surely he hates me. I am here and his son is not. In fact I'm the one who killed his son. "I am sorry" I murmur not sure what else I could say.
I hear feet shuffling, I recoil afraid of what was going to happen. I feel his presence again and slowly look up. There Mr. Mellark stood with warm fresh bread, the finest he had. I looked at the bread and back to his face confused. He places the bread in my arms. I manage to croak out, "why?" he just smiles sadly and says "Peeta would have wanted you to have this"
"Thank you" I whisper. Suddenly as if struck by lightning I ripped open my bag and pulled out my purse. I gave him everything I had on me.
He looked dumbstruck. I turn and slowly reach to the door then look over my shoulder, seeing him still staring "it's the least I could do" I say as I leave the building.
As I walk back home, I hug the bread for warmth. The bread which Mr. Mellark gave me. Because he said Peeta would have wanted me to have it.
Peeta. My sweet peeta. OH you were a great friend and ally why did you have to get chosen for the hunger games.
When I come back home the floor is covered in liquid and broken glass. I find Haymitch there yelling and throwing glass bottles at the wall, Prim in a corner crying and mum just looking blank. I turn my attention to the TV. I see president snow and then as if everything was in slow motion I hear him say, "On the 75th anniversary As a reminder of the generosity the capitol has shown for this year's annual hunger games, the final 3 past tributes (1 Victor and 2 dead tributes reincarnated) from the last 8 games will be sent to the arena. And may the odds be ever in your favour."
I look around the room completely calm until I realise something.
IM GOING BACK INTO THE GAMES!