Hi Readers! Getting faster on the updating. Anyways, after reading my story and last night's chapter, I've realized I need to add more detail, and more events. They seem very short, don't you think? Tell me your opinion in a review. Now, here's the next chapter! :D
Chapter 7: Forgive Me
Thomas' P.O.V. Ooo this should be interesting!
Katniss becomes limp in my arms as we reach the front of the steps. She crumples out of my arms and falls into the snow in their yard. I grab her hand and dig her out of the snow, hardening my grip so I can carry her.
She's still soaking wet, her clothes dripping into my hands. I have to ungrip and grip my hands on her so they don't freeze. Even under all I'm wearing, her body is making me cold.
Of course she would pass out, she has the flu really bad. Her skin was pale white and ice cold, as it should be from the weather. The snow was dropping a little lighter, as least enough for me to see their home. I walked out of the yard and onto the pathway to their home, then carefully tried to hold onto the pole that would guide me up the stairs. It was a challenge alright, but I got up the door, covered in little flakes of ice and snow.
I tried to ring the doorbell, but that froze through the night. So I tried to budge my elbow on the door, almost making a knocking noise. It took a few tries but finally I think I heard someone coming down the stairs.
Peeta was going to be shocked, maybe relieved, and maybe irate at Katniss for leaving in the middle of the night. It was his kid ran away for being mad but came back because he missed him so much. That's kind of Katniss' situation. I knew she missed him. I knew she didn't mean to come out here, she was just freaked out by all the sickness and it got to her head. I'm sure Peeta will understand.
He was pretty quick with getting to the door, probably thought it was Katniss coming. When he opened the door he didn't even look who it was, just ushered me inside. When he finally closed the door and looked up, his eyes widened and darkened. Either he was surprised or..wait.. No. He has to be over it.
"Peeta?" I call to him. He's still in a bit of shock. Then his eyes completely darken and soon I'm up against the wall, dropping Katniss on the ground. He holds his hands tightly around my neck, and I can already feel my own skin turn as white as Katniss'.
Yeah, short P.O.V., but let's just see what Katniss says about this…
I wake up on something hard and cold, the floor. I wonder how I got down here. Wait a minute..
Thomas.
I immediately jump up, my eyes blurring for a second, but then come into focus when I see Peeta's hands around Thomas' neck.
"Peeta!" I yell. He turns around with his dilated eyes, then his face turns red with anger. Looking back at Thomas, he starts screaming at him.
"You," he spits. "You brought this mutt into my home didn't you? Why? Why would you?" Thomas doesn't answer. His skin starts turning a sickly purple from the lack of air. I run toward him and try to unclench his hands a little, at least getting a little bit of color back in Thomas. He lets go of him, now Thomas crumpling to the ground, still awake. His hands lock around my throat as he pushes me up against the wall.
"You stupid, filthy mutt, brought here by him. Probably here to kill me since I was so sick," I try to shake my head.
"No, No Peeta. It's me, Katniss. Not real, not real, not real. You got sick from the snow, Delly rescued you remember? You've been taking care of me," he slams me harder into the wall.
"Liar! I would never take care of you, even let you in my ho-" he's interrupted as Thomas jumps on his back, bringing them both to the ground. I put my hand on my chest, trying to catch my breath. The guys aren't fighting, Thomas is trying to hold him back, he must've been in this situation before. When he finally gets a hold of Peeta, he tries to calm him down.
"Peeta, snap out of it! Calm down, she's not here to hurt you. Katniss would never hurt you. Okay? Never, ever," His eyes relax a little.
"You've both been sick, you've both been taking care of each other, Katniss has always been there for you, she'd never hurt you. She'd been doing the complete opposite and taking care of you so you both can get better. She's always lived here, because you've always loved her, ever since. Just relax, take the idea away that Katniss would kill you" Peeta's hands unball themselves from fists, stretching out his fingers.
Thomas lets go of his wrists and just stares at him, waiting for some kind of reaction. Peeta doesn't even say anything, just stands there, motion less. I can tell his eyes start to widen again, and so can Thomas, so he punches him, right in jaw, and knocks him out.
"Thomas! Why would you do that?" I snapped. He turns to look at me, his right eye black and swollen. I ignored that for now.
"He was out of control, he'll just wake up, forgetting it all, hopefully," he acknowledged. I shrugged at looked down at Peeta, his skin pale except for his jaw, turning a light, creamy red.
"He hasn't acted like this since the storm started, at least not this worst," I add.
"Peeta's been like that at the bakery occasionally, not this worst. I think the sickness has gone to his head also. Maybe I need to stay with you guys,"
"No Thomas, that isn't necessary. My mind is of the sickness for now, I'll be fine. How about that eyes of yours?" He puts a hand on his darkened eye, then clenches his teeth together.
"Let me give you some ice," I say, starting to walk towards the kitchen, but he grabs my arm.
"No Katniss, I'll be okay. Just make sure you and Peeta are okay. I'll ice it down with some snow on the way back," I look back at Peeta, his jaw hardening, and his whole body paralyzed.
"Could you maybe drag him over to the couch, I think he's a bit paralyzed," He nods and picks Peeta up by the arm, drapes his arms over his neck and drags him over to the couch in our living room. I walk into the kitchen as Thomas follows behind me.
"Now I'll take that ice," I smile and grab a plastic bag and walk over to the front door, and open the door quickly as I scoop some snow off our little porch, then let the wind shut our door hard, hopefully not waking up Peeta.
I walk back over to the kitchen and hand Thomas the ice, which he carefully places over his eye. He clenches his teeth and lets out a hiss.
"Think you'll make it home okay?" I ask. He nods, his lips pressed tightly together.
"I'll be okay, I'm used to the snow," he points out. I nod and let him stand there with his bag of snow. The silence between us almost haunts the whole house, except for Peeta's slow breathing. I try to think of something to say but all that comes out is my hot breath.
"Are you sure I shouldn't stay with you guys?" he asks again. I shake my head fast, hoping he gets the point.
"No," I respond almost immediately. "I think he should sleep through the rest of the day and probably wake up in the morning. He'll be back to normal by then." He nods, understandingly.
"How about your eye? Want any more ice to go?" I ask. He smiles.
"I think the weather will help out with that. I'll be fine, just give me a call if you guys need anything, okay?" I nod, slower. He puts the ice back on his eye and puts his other hand on the doorknob. I walk closer to him.
"Be safe okay?" he tells me, then plants a kiss on my forehead.I look back up at him and see Gale in his eyes, his soft but sturdy hands, his gentle touch, he seemed so much like him. I never thought of him like Gale until now. I clear my thoughts let him open the door, then just like that he's outside, trudging in the snow.
I keep watching him go deeper into the fog of the hard ice falling. There isn't a reason to worry about him. If he got here no problem, he can get home without one either. I close the door slowly, until I can't watch him walk anymore.
My back slides down against the door, until my knees are bent and I'm sitting down. I bury my head in my knees, then wrap my arms around my legs. I just felt like sitting here, the sick person I was. Peeta wouldn't wake up for a few hours, maybe more. I guess I'll just have to wait.
Hey guys, so sorry for the wait! I'm still trying to brainstorm more ideas other than nightmares and Peeta freaking out. Please send me any requests, I'll probably use them. And please review! Thanks! -MissWaffles101
