Soulmate

by mockinjay14

A hundred years after the Capitol was defeated by the rebels, Peeta Mellark, a young baker who dreams of being a painter moves into the Victor's Village. Into a house that is said to be haunted by the ghost of Katniss Everdeen, the leader of the rebellion. But that's just a legend. Right? I don't own The Hunger Games or any of it's characters.

7. Chapter 7

Chapter 7

(Peeta)

My heartbeat speeds up. I know that these words weren't here this morning. 'Go away!'... Somebody is trying to scare me out. But who? How could someone get inside? They would have had to walk passed me to get in. Unless they got in through the back door.

I inspect the back door but it's locked, just like I left it. Maybe they got in through a window? I go back to the writing and look at it. Is it my brother's handwriting, but as I look closer, I realize that whoever did this, wrote with ketchup.

I laugh, and start cleaning it up. I need to find out who is trying to scare me out. I go to the store and buy some cameras. When I get home I set them up, and I relax a little. Now I'll know who's doing this.

I sit in the study quietly. Waiting for something to happen. I wring my hands together nervously. When I realize I'm doing this I stop. Am I going mad? No. I tell myself, I'm just nervous to find out who's trying to scare me away. I start to wring my hands again but stop. I need to keep myself busy! I pull out paper and a pencil and begin to draw. Yes, this should calm me down.

I focus entirely on moving the pencil across the page, not even sure what I'm drawing. I don't allow myself to think about the strange things happening. But then I feel someone's eyes watching me. Why do I keep feeling like I'm not alone in this house? Why do I feel her presence?

As soon as I think this, I push the thought out of my head. Clearly I'm just going insane. It's impossible to feel a dead person's presence... Right? Yes, I tell myself, because ghosts aren't real.

When I look down at my drawings, and see what I've created, I jump away from the desk out of shock. I've drawn a picture of Katniss Everdeen. I frown, it's not like this is strange, she is my favorite person from history. But with how jumpy I am right now, this picture won't help.

I look at it closer. It's a good drawing. It looks just like how she does in the pictures. My brothers always wondered why I decided she was my favorite. They figured Finnick Odair or some other important man would interest me more. But Katniss has always fascinated me.

They say she died only months after the war ended. But they never say how she died. I've considered how she could have died so young. I have come to two conclusions; either she was murdered, or she killed herself.

I think both are possible. There had to have been some people, who supported the Capitol, who were angry at Katniss. Or maybe the Games had affected her even more than everybody had thought.

Either way, it's sad. And it sends shivers down my arms. I take the drawing into the kitchen. I stare at it while I cook. I can't help but wonder about her final moments.

I eat my dinner, and head to the living room. The lights go off suddenly, and I stop in my tracks. Before I can think another thought, something slams into my head. I fall to the floor, and wait for my attacker to finish me off.

Thank you guys for reading this! I love writing fanfiction and it makes me happy that people actually read them. To the guest who reviewed in the last chapter, I post new chapters every Monday and Friday. If you guys like this story, I suggest reading Invisible To The Touch by undertheaegisof, it's really similar to this. Have you guys seen the teaser trailer for Mockingjay Part 2? I think it's amazing. Anyway, tell me what you think of this chapter in the reviews.