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DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES
IT BELONGS TO SUZANNE COLLINS
Chapter Ten
Katniss P.O.V.
I wake up next to Peeta without any clothes on. I remember last night and I shoot up out of Peeta's arms. Did I mean to do that last night? Katniss, what are you thinking? I almost hit myself in the head as I get up to go to the bathroom. When I look at myself in the mirror I see that my hair is all over the place and I have small mouth shaped bruises on my neck and along my side. I look out the door and see that Peeta is still asleep but, his breathing is slowly speeding up, so I know he will be up soon. I walk out and grab a light pink loose shirt and black leggings. As I put them on I here Peeta move the slightest bit, trying not to make any noise. "Peeta, I know you are watching me get dressed" I say and turn my head to look behind me at him, sure enough he is watching me. I shake my head at him and keep dressing. "It would be weird for me not to watch you dress" he tells me backing himself up "yah? And why is that?" I ask him slipping my brown boots over the leggings, turning around to face him. "you're beautiful, how could I not watch you dress" I raise my eyebrows and point to my hair which is now in a braid but still messy. "I think you are blind, I am not beautiful at all. In fact I am the farthest thing from beautiful" He stands up with his boxers on and comes over to me. "don't ever say that again" He has a look of sadness and appointment in his eyes "Katniss, you are beautiful, you should know that, not only on the outside, but on the inside"
"I have disgusting scars Peeta. Not just on the inside but on the outside too, the ones they said that they couldn't get rid of" I tell him shaking my head trying to prove my point.
"I know you have scars, and I love all of your scars. When I told you I loved everything about you, I meant your scars too. I can't get enough of you no matter how you look, even though you are beautiful" I feel tears coming to my eyes and I can't help them from falling.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry" he says his eyes widening as I go and sit on the bed still crying, "N-no, Peeta it's okay, it's not your fault" He looks at me and then wraps me in a hug. "then why are you crying?" He asks me softly. "You are so nice to me, and I'm a horrible person, it's not fair to you." Peeta sighs sharply "quit it, Okay? Just stop" He says it with force and I can't help but look up suddenly. "Quit beating yourself up You are not a terrible person and if you would just listen to me when I tell you what I see when I look at you, you would know just how beautiful you really are and how everybody loves you" He is dressed by now and stomps out the door into his room. I get up to go to his room but he has locked the door already.
It has been three hours since Peeta and I got into our fight, I feel like shit. He was trying to be nice to me and to tell me that I was beautiful, and in response instead of saying a simple "thank you" I had to go on against his compliment, I sigh sharply, why do I have to be so stubborn? I didn't tell him but he most likely already knows but, I mess everything up, I can never just listen to people trying to be nice to me without saying soothing rude to them. I lay face down into the couch and pull the pillow over my head and just leave it there. I'm not sure how much longer I stay like that but I finally lash out, I grab the flower vase full of daises and chuck it at the wall. I walk through it barefoot and all, trudging my way back to my room.
When I walk I can feel the tiny shards of glass impaling itself farther and farther into my foot with each step. I feel the pain but I don't at the same time, that or I am just ignoring it. I look behind me to see a small trail of blood following behind me. I will clean that up later I tell myself. I throw open the door to my room and walk toward the window and collapse to the floor crying. I think back to earlier when Peeta tried to talk to me, "Leave me alone" I had said "I don' t want you near me, I hate you" He looked at me with so much hurt, so so much hurt in his eyes "okay, if that's what you want then I will leave you" He had replied so well to me being a total bitch. There I am again messing everything up, he tried to apologize for something he didn't even do. I bring my knees up to my chest and I scream in complete and utter frustration. I just hope that another bomb goes off but, this time... I die.
Peeta P.O.V.
I hear a scream in frustration, or anger or fear but, not of fear. I know it is Katniss but I. Don't. Care. I try to tell myself even though I know it isn't true. I try to ignore the horrible sobbing sounds coming from her but I can't I walk out and all I see is a small trail of blood leading to her room. Farther back I see a shattered vase that looks that is once held flowers. I quickly rush to Katniss's room, thankfully the door is unlocked and I can push it right open. I see her in a small ball in the corner of the room by the window, sobbing, bleeding there is even a cut on her forehead I assume either from her hitting her head against the wall or from glass. I pick he up and set her on my lap soothing her to calm down but the harder she tries the harder it is for her to breath "I don't" sharp intake of breath "really"sharp intake of breath "hate" sharp intake of breath "you" Then the sobbing continues harder now "I know I know shhhh, it's okay I promise" I try and sooth her but nothing works.
Katniss P.O.V.
I am having trouble breathing, I can't slow it down or steady it no matter how hard I try, I hear someone rush into the door, I look up to see Haymitch with a syringe "I'm sorry sweetheart but I have to do this" I know he does but I keep shaking my head "I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy" I keep repeating until he sticks the needle into my arm and I sink into darkness. I am crazy.
When I wake I am laying in my bed wrapped up in blankets, Peeta. I remember Haymitch having to give me morphine if I remember correctly. I take a deep breath, still shaky. I am crazy that's for sure, I roll over and open my eyes to Peeta hovering over me "Creepy much?" I say sarcastically, my voice sounds tired and horse. "morning sleepy head" He looks over at the clock and adds "More like good evening" I look over at the clock and it says that it is six, I slept for about five hours, "Peeta" I start weakly he looks at me "It's okay to cry Kat" he tells me and I shake my head "It isn't it shows that you are weak" Peeta shakes his head "No, it is letting go of your emotions. Everyone needs to do that sometimes" So I do and he holds me while I do I know we are going to stay like this for a while.
AN: I am so sorry that this is so small I have had a really good idea for post mockingjay pre epilogue and also just finished Allegiant and I have a good idea for that too so I'm thinking of putting this on hold for like a month maybe if I do would you guys read it? Let me know.