A/N: I'm sorry for not updating! I've been so busy with finishing Final Goodbyes and beginning Doomed with Silence. Read if you'd like! There's a special surprise in this chapter!
Chapter 12
Prim is with Rory again.
"It's alright, Sweetheart," Haymitch says, seeing my face wet with tears. I still can't believe that my mother is dead.
"What are you doing here?" I spit.
"I came to see if you had any spirits. I ran out in my house. Besides, I wanted to see if you were alright. I lost my family, too. I also lost my girlfriend. My sweet little brother was just 10 years-old," Haymitch says, trying not to be emotional, but very unsuccessful. "Just know that you're lucky to have Prim and Peeta." With that, he takes a bottle of wine and leaves.
I go to my refrigerator and grab alcohol. It's in a big bottle. I take it and drink it all. I see spots. The last thing I see is Peeta walk into the house before I black out.
Peeta POV (There's the surprise!)
I walk into my home from the bakery. I'm already in a sour mood from my mother. She had beaten my brother earlier for wanting to marry a girl from the Seam. She can't beat me anymore because I'm a Victor. But she can beat my brothers.
When I walk in, I see Katniss. A bottle of wine is in her hand, empty. She is passed out.
"Katniss!" I shout and run to her. I pick her up and take her up to our room. I lay her on her bed, and hear her stir.
"Peeta?" she asks, waking.
"Katniss," I whisper.
"I was drinking," she tells me this, piecing this together.
"Yes, you were. I found you passed out at the kitchen table. You looked hurt. What was wrong?" I ask.
"Oh, Peeta!" Katniss exclaims. She flings herself into my arms and cries, "You've been so good! You've been without the morphling and I'm just drinking so much! I'm so sorry!"
"Don't be. You just lost your mother. I can't blame you for drinking. I would do the same. It's also different. You're not an alcoholic. I was addicted to morphling. You can drink in moderation. Don't get addicted, though," I grimace when I think of my former morphling addiction.
"You're too good. I can't even try to deserve you," Katniss cries.
"Don't. Don't even start. I love you for you. Don't think less of yourself. And I'm not perfect. Don't think that I am. There is an everlasting pain that stays with me. I've killed. I lived when others could have. You talk about your plans when you grow up, and, because of me, they never grew up. I pray that they will forgive me when I live while they are gone. I see them in my sleep. They will never fight. I have ended their lives. I'm not perfect. Don't fool you by telling yourself that I am," I end my lecture like that. Tears are streaming down my face as I remember the people that are dead at my hand.
A/N: Sorry for the end. I've been listening to Empty Chairs at Empty Tables on repeat from the Les Miserables soundtrack because it's so pretty, but I'm crying now.
