The Many Realities I Have Lived In
Chapter 9: Different Reality Appearance
Here's the next chapter! I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games.
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Katniss' POV
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Warmth spread through me as I woke up. I laid on sand. My eyes were shut with sadness, I didn't want to see the arena. It was sickening. Peeta and I don't have a plan to get out of here alive, still. Maybe we would never. We could die right now.
My eyes opened to find white around me. My bedroom was around me. Although my vision was fuzzy, it looked real. I blinked several times to make sure it was real. I wrapped my hands around my face. Thoughts swarmed around me as I had closed eyes. How could this happen? Is this real, did I finally snap out of many dreams? I hoped so.
I threw my feet out of the boiling bed and onto the sun-warmed floor. The heat tingled inside of me with each step I took. I strolled to the fancy wardrobe. I pulled the white knobs to open a drawer. It threw open with little force. Many expansive clothes were laid nicely in one drawer. My eyes caught one. It was a green, plain shirt. The green reminded me of the forest beyond District 12. I grasped it in my hand.
I opened the next drawer and found many pair of pants. There were all sorts of kinds. However, I picked a normal pair. They were dark coloured. My feet led me into the cramped bathroom. The mirror held the thinnest layer of dust. I quickly changed. On my way out I notice the sun was up. Plenty of clouds swarmed in the blue sky. They were dark though.
I stepped down each noisy stair; I jumped the last one. As I landed smoothly on my feet I saw Peeta talking to Prim. With a sigh, they noticed me. Prim smiled as Peeta stood in an uncomfortable position. Was he uncomfortable from yesterday - or was that two days ago? I shifted into the kitchen. A small basket was placed onto the middle counter. It was weaved and brown, as well it was filled with cheese buns. I took one gratefully.
"I should go," Peeta whispered to Prim. Without any other words he left. The wooden entrance opened as he left. His presence was dismissed with a loud slam of the door. I turned to Prim.
"Why was he here?" I gestured my head to the door. She folded her arms. She wasn't angry but I couldn't read her mood.
"He was just here to check up on you," Prim spoke causally. Then she paused. "Because you've been sleeping a long time - again. I wonder why!" she added with annoyance. "I'm going to start waking you up. I should've done that a long time ago." It sounded unlike herself.
"Alright," I replied. A loud breath came. I walked off to the main entrance.
A thought appeared brightly as I froze next to the door. It must be Sunday - the last time I woke was Friday. Maybe Gale is hunting. I haven't seen him in forever. I hurried upstairs and grabbed my dad's old jacket. The material sent me back in time, when I was with Gale. Then my father showed in my mind. However, I had to live now. Not in the past. I snapped myself out of my thoughts.
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I ran through the coal covered roads. There was no point to the roads - no one had a car. My pace was quick and sharp. It felt like every eye around me was staring at me. Most people could call me a monster, a killer, or a victor. They could even call me a star-crossed lover. I may "be" one but Peeta and I haven't gotten a long much off screen. I didn't prefer any name, possibly my own name. Everyone knew me, my name, they all disliked me or loved me. It wasn't an honour but a horror. I wasn't someone to be looked up on.
As I began to vanish from people the electric fence came buzzing. I exhaled. I had to wait for it stop or find another way in. There was no other way in. Why did they have it running now? I waited for what felt like hours. I hid several times from a stray peacekeeper. Luckily none of them caught me here.
When night was approaching and stars appeared, I left. I sprinted down each road until I came across the Victor's Village. The stone fountain sprayed water when I took my path. It was to my house.
I turned the fancy knob. The opened door revealed Prim and Buttercup. I stared at my sister for a few seconds with thoughts. The torturing words in my head came to a halt when I heard footsteps behind me. Snow crunching came to ear. I looked behind myself to find Peeta. He also came to a stop likewise my thoughts.
"Hi," he said with a slight attempt to wave. Peeta had a black coat on. His blonde hair was as nice as always too.
I felt like dropping to the floor as he stood there. It wasn't because of weakness but of loneliness. We were once close again on the Victory Tour but otherwise we were so cold. But there was Friday - how did that disappear so fast? How could I ruin that night within a few seconds? Yet he stood there. His eyes slowly pleaded to go but he stayed. Peeta's hands reached into his pockets. I saw him grasp something but I walked into my house with no expression. I slammed the door with a thud as he looked up from his pocket.
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End of Katniss' POV
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Katniss peered out of the kitchen's window. She saw Peeta walk away and into the snow fall. He went farther and farther. Why did I do that? Katniss thought. The girl on fire turned to see her sister. Prim had an expression full of curiosity as she was staring out the window.
"It's nothing," Katniss muttered. For a millisecond they eyed each other; Prim knew what she was doing. The victor broke the silence and gaze first. She stomped up the noisy stairs like the stubborn victor she was. Her feet led her into the bedroom she had. The whiteness of it was like a glow. A sunset shone outside, spreading everywhere Katniss could see. As rehearsed every night, she slid into bed.
Small thoughts of worry crept in every second. They lulled her into more nightmare or possibly the real reality.
What? Twist - I changed where she was going. Did you enjoy it? Any criticism or suggestions? Do you wonder what will happen next? Do you wonder what Peeta had in his pocket or was it nothing?
As well, sorry it was sort of short. Really short... The next one will be a lot longer - promise! I also wrote this during night... Tired. However I liked it, so that was it. As well, the next one may be about two thousand words, and five hundred possibly.
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