Chapter 8: 'And what you said, broke my heart. Now it's never the same.":TG

Peeta's POV

Haymitch, the doctor and I all stare at Katniss in shock. Who are we? Who are we? That STUPID coma! The doctor's face has turned pale, Haymitch looks like he's about to faint, and I bet I look like I'm about to freak. Why did I say that, you may ask, because, when Haymitch looks at me, he tries to pry my hands from Katniss's, I snap at him to back off, and he steps back with a sad, knowing expression on his face. I almost punch him for that, almost, not quite. But trust me, the idea was tempting.

Katniss looks at us closely, then yanks her hand from mine.

"Don't touch me."

I look in shock at her. Now my heart has broken into thousands of little pieces. I get up, hands clenched into fists, and storm out of her room. I race across her yard to my house. I bolt inside, lock the door, and run up to my bedroom. I slam my door shut, and stand there panting. A blood red color comes into my vision, and I know that I'm going to have another flashback.

"HAYMITCH!" I scream.

My mind goes berserk and I start to throw things around. I punch my bedroom door, and pick up my chair. I throw it towards my window and laugh when it shatters. I've turned into a reckless beast, and there's no stopping me.

All of the sudden, a fist on my mind goes slack, and I crumple on my bed.

"Oh, God. What have I done?"

I start sobbing. "Katniss," I wail, "Why have you left me?"

I keep sobbing for a while, and finally sleep takes me out of my torture.

{Sorry this chapter was bad. I'm having a writer's block! I'll try to think up of something more interesting!}