AN: Little turn of events. Review & Comment Please!
Peeta
I felt surprised, at how easily her emotions can change. But that tends to happen, when you have been in the arena.
"You are so messed up", I tell her smiling as she peeks through her eyelashes to take a look at me. She chuckles a bit.
"So are you".
I lift her up in my arms and put her in bed. She curls in my chest to raise her body temperature with my naturally warm one. "I'm sorry... I took so long", she finally says, but I'm not sorry. I have her now, and she came to me, it was real, not forced like the Capitol star-crossed lovers were. We're not them anymore; we can take off our masks, and go back to where it all began.
District Twelve.
Avoiding Johanna successfully, we escape the train station. I take Katniss' hand in mine, as we enter Victor's Village. Just in time to see the Capitol's announcement I'm so eager to watch. No one could've ever dreamed this rules would ever be established. The surprise in the citizen's faces will be priceless, I keep thinking. She looks at me and let go of my hand, "They are not ready for us being... Together", she says a little unsure. I frown at her, always putting new excuses, but mostly because faint memories of her rejecting me- several times, go through my head. And I'm suddenly not so happy with her. Go away! I don't want you anymore! Her words eco in my head, but it hurts the most when her voice is saying: how could you be so stupid! It was only for the cameras, she laughs. And I'm sure this thought is real.
I growl at her concerned face, and angrily pace to town. And then to the bakery, which I hadn't gone to since Katniss wouldn't let me. She would say it was bad for my health. But why did I ever listen to her? She's the one who got my parents killed anyway. And my little brothers-
I shut the bakery's door brusquely behind me at the thought of Katniss whipping my brother. I snarl in anger, she killed him. And I didn't stop her. Thought she loved me too, only to find out it was an act. Stupid I've been.
But that wasn't nearly the worst part, as I enter the bakery. The memories -either real or not-, come back to me. She strangles me. "Stop Katniss!" she laughs intensively. Like this is fun. "Silly Peeta, you believed every word", suddenly I'm tied by the arms and legs -my prosthetic leg-, against a big table. Doctors in white robes, with knives and needles. Pain, working it's way through my body. I'm screaming Katniss' name, but she only comes to torment me, "none of this would've happened, if you hadn't been stupid to think I would love you, a baker". And he appears, to kiss her fiercely in front of me; and that I just can take. Blood covers my eyes. Everything turns black and cold, in the messed up place that is my mind.
Ouch. My head aches. There's noise, someone's here. But, where exactly is here? I open my eyes and gaze a burned ceiling. I take a look around the familiar room, but don't exactly recognize it. I stand up, which would've been impossible without my prosthetic, because right now my whole body feels limb. I observe myself in a near-by mirror, watch my very-much-bruised skin. Ouch! It hurts too. I can hear water running somewhere.
"Ray?" I call out. Must be him, my dad's best friend. He must have been there. In the bakery; where I… passed out? No answer.
Ouch. My whole body aches again. I grip the closest chair to me, which is all burnt. I can hear silent crying, from a woman? "Delly?" I call for the only woman I could think would be here, taking care of me.
"Coming", she answers, her voice breaking into silent sobs. I shiver a little as I enter the kitchen; a big smile crosses my face at the sight of Delly. Always-happy Delly; one of the only persons I can trust these days. She starts sobbing louder, as I hug her from behind. I turn her around so she's facing me, and I'm a little concerned.
"Delly, what's wrong?" my gaze intense on hers. Delly never cries.
"Mine didn't come back. Yours did", she smiles faintly, but I don't understand. I step away from her, "Who came- who?" I mumble, at the possibility that—
"Your mom did", everything turns black again.
