The Many Realities I Have Lived In
Chapter 10: Three All in One
I haven't updated for six days... That's not as bad as the other one I'm writing. I felt so bad. However, I don't feel guilty for six days anymore. I would've liked to update quicker but I've been gone lately, as you may know. (Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games.)
Here's the next chapter, twist popping up! I hope you enjoy it.
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I woke up on sand. It was bursting hot, even if there were slight waves hitting me every so often. I couldn't open my eyes as I knew I'd have to face something. Maybe Peeta will disappear here too... Someone will probably die today. I'm certain, this has to end soon. It has to be me. I don't belong in this dream. I'll make myself wake up.
My throat tightened slowly as I burst into a sitting position. My eyes opened to reveal only a desert. "What?" I muttered as my eyes scanned the place. There was only the sand, as far as I could see. I groaned as there was no water in sight. This is only another mind trick. I haven't been hallucinating for sure! I knew that. What was I supposed to do here though?
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Katniss had walked for several hours in no particular direction. For all she knew was that she could be going in circles, not noticing her tracks. Every so often wind would pelt her with sand but otherwise it was boiling hot. Her eyes would try to see as far as she could on a tall sand hill. The yellowish colour didn't help her however. That was all there was.
The girl on fire ended up slumping to the ground again and again. She'd rather be in the arena full of mutts and murders than here. Her arms folded over her face, blocking the sun from causing any more sun burn. Luckily, she had her hunting outfit on. If only it wasn't so secure, it only heat her up. She tossed her father's jacket on the sand. As she stared at it, her eyes felt like grasping her old bow. To shoot. This desert didn't have any animals, no bushes, or cacti. There was only the sand.
As Katniss laid on the sand, she entwined her fingers, framing the sun. It blasted her eyes full of shades of colours. Her hands fells to her eyes as she began feeling dizzy. The girl on fire was dehydrated... Her hand felt her forehead burn. It was sunburned, yes, her whole face was. She slowly shut her grey eyes, allowing everything to be black. Soon did Katniss know, she was sleeping.
OoO Katniss' POV OoO
My eyes opened revealing a horrible sight. My eyes were revealing Clove, dead. It wasn't exactly the worst thing, but had she done it? Memories flew out of my mind as I realized I was in her first arena. My fingers grasped a small throwing knife that was right next to my leg. It had cut me, made blood gush out quickly.
I felt my gaze slowly turn downwards, spotting a very dangerous looking Cato. He held a spear, ready to throw any second. My eyes pierced him for a second, I saw him flinch. "Are you going to throw it?" I whispered. He gave a confused look, but still was ready to throw. He shrugged his shoulders for a split second. Before my eyes, was the spear flying towards me. It would hit me perfectly. It did.
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"Katniss, wake up!" Prim yelled in my ear. She was shaking me hard. I was shaking without her actually. "Wake up," Prim added another yell, full of laughter. She knew I was awake by now. "You want some breakfast?" Prim asked politely. "Peeta brought bread over while you were sleeping... He said he felt bad about something?"
"Sure, I'll take breakfast," I replied, ignoring Peeta's name. My head shook still as I climbed out of my bed. I was still in day clothes... I must've been tired. I don't remember it, it was all fuzzy for me. I walked over to my wardrobe, swished my hand to the door. As Prim knew I was indicating for her to leave, she did so.
I threw open one drawer and revealed many shirts again. I grasped a random shirt. As I examined it my eyes took notice of how black it was. I had no care of what colour it was so I, without thought, threw it on. Once I was done changing and brushing my hair, I was stepping down each stair carefully. My hand grasped the white, wooden railing.
With success of no creaking stairs, I saw Prim standing next to the fancy counter. Another basket full of cheese-buns and bread were on top of it. I hungrily walked over. I picked up one and took a bite out of it when a knock sounded. It must be Peeta. As expected, it was Peeta. Prim had yelled at the door to 'come in.' He took a small step back when he realized I was in the room.
"Hi Katniss," he gave a polite smiled. "You left your coat last time you came over..." he held a black coat, I didn't recognize it but took the jacket. We stood in an awkward silence for what felt like hours. "I should go," Peeta spoke quickly as he turned. I gave a slow nod as my eyes lingered on the door. He left with Prim yelling 'goodbye.'
"Why didn't you say anything?" Prim said as she held a cheese-bun herself.
"That's not my jacket," I replied. My feet led me to a small wooden chair. The dining room being connected, I threw it on the table. With one small step, I was in front of Prim again. "Did you give him some jacket to return?" I said with a bored expression. I guess I was trying to be intimidating, it wasn't exactly working though.
"No," Prim confidently spoke. "I did not. I left it at his house for you!" She smiled with embarrassment. "I was telling him that you were angry about something... And then I came up with that plan that you just ruined." Her smile faded into a look of 'you-had-to-do-that?'
"I'm going for a walk, by myself." My vocals whispered as I finished a cheese bun. "Go do something with Lady - or Buttercup. Buttercup would love that." I said with sarcasm. I opened the door, revealing the cold wind. Snow fluttered into the house as I stood there, shivering. I grasped the black jacket on the table Peeta left, and walked away from the house.
My feet carried me around District 12. Morning wasn't such a great time for any of us, we all had to go somewhere. A pair of old boots I wore was getting soaked with snow. I shuffled for minutes until I saw Gale's home. He wasn't there. Gale was at the mines. Hazelle would be working, probably at Haymitch's... I turned around to find the longing street.
District 12 hadn't been the same since Peeta and my victory. I wouldn't exactly call it a victory actually. Our survival. However, they seemed happy. At least I hoped. I started strolling back with my hands in my pockets. That jacket was warm and smelled like fresh bread. It was just at Peeta's house. When I had gotten back, Prim was petting Buttercup on the living room's couch.
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I should've done something instead of walk... Gone hunting, that's what I usually do to take things off my mind. There was electricity running though. I would've been stuck there forever until I gave up on hunting. I missed hunting in the snow with Gale. He had work, Gale had to help his family. All I had to do was stay alive, basically.
My eyes stared at the fire crackling. Wait, did I just die in the first arena? That's a fake on then... One's done. A smile crept onto my face as I may just end up here again. Prim caught the sly smile on my face.
"What?" She asked curiously.
"Nothing, I'm going to bed." I replied as I stood from the white couch. My footsteps sounded as I left Prim with questions. My feet led me into my bed where I, within seconds, fell asleep.
Thanks for reading! I'm going to try to update soon again this week. I'm going to do that for one of my other stories so why not this one too?
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