Hello everyone! This time for a nice change, a rather speedy update! And I just want to give a shout out to Bishop, thank you so much for all of your support. You really inspired me to write more. Anyways, I'll just get right down to it, may I present to you, Peeta x Finnick Panem High: Chapter 11!
Only I know what real pain is…
Only I know what suffering I have gone through…
But you.. You will soon know what I have been through…
What I have experienced…
What real pain and suffering is…
You will know WHAT I AM.
It's me.
"AAAAhhhhh!"
*heavy breathing*
"Peeta! Peeta! Calm down babe, calm down. It's just a dream. It's just a dream."
Finnick pulls me into his warm chest and wraps his arms around me. He is so warm. I could stay like this under the sheets with him forever.
"I- I'm okay.. I think."
"Tell me what happened."
"There was a voice. I didn't know where it came from, but I recognized it some how. And he was taking to me. He was saying something about pain and suffering. And- and-"
I start to cry. It's been about three moths since we had our trip through the Black Forest. Insurance covered the car, we told them that a drunk driver or something like that ran into us, so that's what they think that made us drive into that lake. Ever since then, I've been experiencing dreams. Horrible dreams. Dreams of Gale, Katniss, Finnick, and I getting chased by that massive spider, and it catching all of of us, picking us off one by one. I watch they're bodies get torn apart by the vines. Screaming. I always hear their screaming. Every minute of every day I hear it. I can never get it out of my head.
Another dream that I experience on a weekly basis is one of the voices. The voices of The Spirit. The Spirit of the Black Forest. I remember, clear as day, what his voice sounded like. And now it haunts my dreams. It haunts my life. Like a butterfly getting caught in sap, I struggle to escape this torment, but to no avail. I get smothered in it, and then I eventually choke to death.
There is no escaping it.
I've thought about ending it all. I actually think about it often. It would just be so easy. A slice of a razor, a pull of a trigger, a step off of a bridge. All just so easy. But I'm too much of a coward to do it. Also, I couldn't do that to my friends. Katniss would be wrecked, the same with Gale. But Finnick. I honestly don't know what would do. I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't just do the same thing. And my family especially, I cannot leave them behind like that. It would be selfish. Now that, would be what a real coward would do, he wouldn't care about his family or friends, he would just end it. But, I need to stick around, pull through it, for at least through high school. For Mom, dad, my brothers, Finnick, Katniss, Gale, for everyone that ever meant anything to me. I need to stay.
"I hear them Finnick. I hear you. Katniss. Gale. All screaming out in pain! It never stops! It never stops! Those screams! Those voices! They follow me everywhere I go! I can't run away from them. I can't make them stop!"
Finnick holds me tighter and locks my lips in a passionate kiss as I start to shed even more painful tears. 'Yes.' I think to myself, 'Yes. This is what I have to keep going on for. I have to do it for him'
Finnick and I both recline down on to the bed, still kissing. I can feel the passion in his kiss. The life, the happiness, the concern, I feel all of it in his kiss. Finnick's tongue prods at my lips, asking for permission to enter my mouth. I grant it willingly. Both of our tongues are intertwined, much like rest of us. With me being unclothed on top of Finnick, who also is naked. After an eternity of kissing, I feel his member harden. I know immediately that this is the right time, I need this just as much as he does also. Soon he as at his full hardness, so I then sit up and readjust myself, so my entrance is hovering right above his member. I slowly let down, him filling me up, all of him, one of the best feelings in the world. Shortly after, all of him is inside me, we both stay still for a while, letting me adjust to his length that is fully inside me. I then start to move up and down, not feeling any pain because I've done this so much with him before.
I ride on his member, looking fondly down into his scrunched up eyes, probably from pleasure, I watch the sweat run down from his hair to his beautiful face, then finally to the soft cotton of the bed sheet to where it gets soaked up. Suddenly, his length hits that special spot inside me that makes me throw my head back in pleasure an let out a loud and erotic moan. Thank god that none of my parents or brothers are home, otherwise they would be able to hear all of this. But I soon forget about that as that feeling inside my stomach starts to grow larger and larger, getting closer and closer to that glorious edge, the divide, the final stop until oblivion. And before I know it, I fall. I fall into that sweet oblivion, no screams or voices found here, just pure pleasure flowing through my veins.
At the same time as Finnick, me not noticing his attempts at speaking to try to warn me that he is about to, we both let out a loud moan as we both reach that blissful release. I feel that warmth inside me as Finnick releases inside of me. I then collapse on top of him, me feeling what I assume is a mixture of my fluids and his sweat as we both lay there to catch our breaths. After a few minutes, I raise up my head and kiss Finnick. He kisses me back with that same emotion and passion like he did before. This kiss lasts for ages, but then all too soon, it ends. I then rest my head on Finnick's chest and close my eyes.
For a short moment, the first time in three months, I'm finally,
at peace.
"Peeta, it's time to get up."
My ass hurts. Ugh. And it's Monday, disgusting.
"Five more minutes."
I say in a voice muffled from the pillow that my head is face down in. I really don't want to go to school today, I have to deal with Katniss nagging me about my promiscuous habits, Gale and Cato constantly eye fucking me over my desk durning all times of the day. Damn. This is really annoying, and a Peeta from eight months ago would be slapping me if I said anything like that to him.
"Nope. We have to go in fifteen minutes. Now get that cute ass in to the shower and get dressed."
I groan as I get out of bed, of course, I'm still naked, so there's the first bedroom stare of the day, and I have a sinking feeling that it won't be the last. I walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on. Hopefully the shower will make me feel better, I do love taking them.
After I finish my shower, I dry off and get some clothes on. While I'm combing my hair, Finnick steps behind me and gives me kiss on my neck. I smile and lean back into him, then I ask.
"How does my hair look?"
"On fleek."
I freeze and slowly turn around to make eye contact with him. He's busy smiling one of his wonderful smiles, showing off his cute dimples and mesmerizing sapphire-colored eyes. I usually can't help but smile back, but not this time.
"What in the hell did you just say?
"What? I just said that your hair is on fleek."
"Fleek? What the fuck even is fleek?
"A compliment."
"But you're not answering my question, what does it mean!"
"It means that your hair is on fleek."
"But!"
"Shit! It's time to go! And you know what happens when we get detention..."
'I cheat on my boyfriend...'
"Good point, let's go."
I sprint down into the car with Finnick close behind, and we both hop in. I pick up Finnick's iPhone and plug it into his Testla's auxiliary port, then I choose the song 'Diamonds' by Rihanna, and we drive off.
Until we meet again,
~Elijah
