Today after school was out, Gale walked me, Rory and Vick over to my house.
We were going to watch the next part of the games. I didn't really want to watch it though.
Last night, peeta killed another person and the careers talked about him and Katniss heard everything! It made my stomach lurch. What if they found out and killed her?
Once we get some bread, and settle ourselves in the room where the TV is, Gale's already turned it on and is glued to the screen.
I see the career tributes sleeping, Peeta's on guard. He look's determined, but he keeps checking over his shoulder.
I wish I knew what he was thinking. I watch as he takes all iodine and throws it in the water.
He doesn't make a very good guard. I look at Gale. He looks just as confused as I feel. I wonder if he's still angry about...the interview thing.
I shoot Rory a questioning look. he responds with a shake of his head. I love talking silently to him. It reminds me of when Katniss and I were younger and we could hold conversations without saying anything.
The scene switches to Lies stealing more of Thresh and Derrick's supplies. She's listening to their conversation as well.
"When are we going to break the alliance?" Asks Derrick.
"I dunno." Thresh grunts.
Derrick sighs, "How about we break it when there are ten tributes left?"
"Sure." Thresh turns to his pack and starts reorganizing things.
"Or, maybe we could just break it off when there are five left." I think Derrick wants more than a one-word answer from Thresh.
"No. I'm going to get food." Thresh mutters and walks away, taking his pack with him.
The cameras follow him being followed by Lies. She looks very carefully at what plants he selects, and watches as he stuffs them in his mouth.
By the time he's back at camp, Lies has gathered loads of the same plant and she filled her pack.
She flies back off to his campsite and then hides in her tree again.
Then Katniss is being shown and no one breathes it's so quiet. I let out a noise from the back of my throat. She has cracked lips, sunken cheeks and her eyes look a little crazy. I start crying. I can't help it.
She tries to keep walking, or crawling it looks like. She reminds me of a little old lady the way she uses that stick as a cane.
She's walking and her legs are shaking and she's trying hard to stay calm, but she looks ten years older. She keeps falling, and we all know that if she doesn't find water soon, she'll be dead.
I'm clutching Rory's hand so hard and I think that I might've pulled some of my own hair out.
"Katniss, find water, hurry!" I know she can't hear me, but I so wish she could.
As if she did hear me and my words knocked her over, she fell. I see her eyes, and I think, no! she can't give up now. She made it past the bloodbath, she can do anything. She's so strong and brave. Why couldn't she get water from Haymitch?
I watch her fingers swirl the mud around and I see something, I think it's a ghost of a smile on her face. What? What's so good about mud? Wait, mud is just dirt plus water, so...
"Mud! Katniss, look up!, " She looks up, and I smile, "Water is close, you can do it! Please Katniss! I know you can!"
We all watch as she crawls, feeling with her hands, looking for the water until she finds it.
Her hands are shaking as she puts iodine into the water, and sits there for, maybe twenty minutes. I think she's supposed to wait thirty minutes, but who cares?
I hug the TV and am weeping until I see Vick and Gale staring at me as if I'm crazy. I straighten up as if to say, well I'm not crazy.
I nod at them as if I'm greeting them and the camera switches to the careers who are bickering about who lost the iodine. Peeta's sitting quietly at the edge of the lake cleaning all the weapons.
The guilty one is the one everyone's ignoring.
Mother comes home, frantic and as soon as she sees me, she sweeps me into her arms, holding on so tight I can't breathe.
"Mother-can't breathe-put down." I manage to choke out and she quickly puts me down.
"I'm sorry, I just-" She breaks off and cries into my shoulder. Gale tells me that they can't come tomorrow and he takes the boys out while I'm left trying to comfort my ill mother.
"Don't worry Mother. Tomorrow Katniss will have a better day. She has water, food, shelter, and warmth. She's all set." I try to smile reassuringly at her but it comes out as a grimace.
Mother nods and mumbles something about going to bed.
I sigh, knowing that today was slow, and tomorrow, the gamemakers will gurantee blood.
I just hope it's not Katniss'.
My dear readers-
I'm going on a vacation because my holiday lasts until the 26th, so I won't be able to write for about a week. I'll try to write a chapter per week, but I won't be able to update daily like I've been doing. As an apology, I wrote a one-shot and posted it. Just for you guys! It's about Wiress. And it's kind of wierd.