Hello everyone! Merry Christmas Eve (: Yes, it is, in fact, Christmas Eve where I live. I'm on the West Coast, so it's like 12:30 am here...
Short and sweet. How I like it, you know?
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And the blood will dry
underneath my nails.
And the wind will rise up
to fill my sails.
Skylar Grey, "I'm Coming Home Part II."
Katniss POV
The night's turning older and people start to file out of the ballroom, some a bit tipsy and swaying side to side. I clutch Cato's arm like a lifeline as crazy people who live here become unhinged and uncontrollable. It seems to me these parties are fond of wine with fifty-percent alcohol mixtures.
Our limo is in view and my heels click as I strut to the car door, which is opened by blondie. After all the dancing and the food (with some pointless chatting with citizens), I realize how tired I've become. My head starts to pound and my calves feel stretched and sore, along with the heels that have given me horrible blisters. Everything at first was boring, but after the dance, I felt lightweight; happy. It was such a wonderful feeling.
As the car starts to pull away, many people scream and wave at our distancing limo, in which I ignore and instead chose to lay my head on Cato's shoulder. My eyelids feel heavy and in a short while, I'm passed out while welcoming the darkness once more.
Light. Everywhere. It calls to me from my current location but my feet seem to stay put. I can't move. All I can do is sit and watch.
Images flash by. Multiple ones, of a small girl and a tall man with brown chopped hair. He's smiling as she twirls in a light yellow sundress slightly worn at the hem. Her braids fly as she giggles and dances, singing with an innocent voice. In her hands she holds dandelions and daisies, which sometimes fall out, only for her to pick them up and carry on.
The man watches from the side as they walk together. His smile indicates this little girl is his. And then it hits me square in the chest.
My father? Another realization.
That little girl... is me.
By the time I stop twirling, my mother, so happy and warm, holds a year-old Prim, clad in a cloth diaper and a pink shirt. Her blonde hair is matted on top of her paled head, which makes her blue eyes pop out even more. Her baby cheeks are plump like usual and her front teeth come out of her bottom jaw, making her smile adorable.
"Hey Primmy," my father coos as my mother passes the small girl to him. Bouncing her up and down, she giggles even more, making her laugh in ear sight to the neighbor's house. Her curls bounce with her and I smile, walking up to my mom.
"Hello Katniss." My mom picks me up and I clung to her. I remember everything that day. But the weirdest thing was? I had a connection with the little Katniss. "How was your day?"
"Good!" My baby teeth are slowly falling out, one already missing from my bottom jaw. "Momma, what are we doing for dinner tonight?"
Her face slightly falls and I realize just how she feels. My mom has no clue what we're having, if any food at all. It hurts to see her like that but now, I've grown accustomed to her same expression for multiple emotions.
"Something grand," she finally replies and I smile like none other. Everyone comes in and they all enter the house, laughing the whole way with huge smiles. I try to follow them but I forgot my feet are frozen. The urge to see my father once more is great.
"Dad?" I call out. "Dad!"
For some odd reason, his head pops out of the doorway. His eyes aren't curious but suspicious.
"Hello?" he asks. He... he can hear me!
"Dad!" I scream out. Then his eyes land on me. Recognition is evident and my father walks to my side.
"Kat...Katniss?" I nod. My throat is clogged with emotions that feeling spilling out. It's been so long since I've seen him, and now, I wish I could stay here with him. My father, right in front of me, so close yet so far away.
"Dad.." As I look down, he just stares at me. I raise my eyebrows, surprised he's not hugging me. "Dad, what's wrong?"
His face is laced with concern and worry, which reflects to me.
"Katniss, you have to listen. You... you caused some trouble. Katniss, please, tell me you'll try whatever you can to stay safe. It's only the beginning."
"Why? Is there a threat?"
"I can't say... everything is running out. Including someone's patience. You... you have to make the right choice..."he fades out and everything becomes blurry.
"Dad? Daddy, please don't leave!"
No reply. I yell out his name again, but it's the same as last time.
Whispering a final, "I love you," I let myself indulge in the now lonely darkness.
When I wake up, the room is dark, yet slightly illuminated by a soft candle. Cato's large figure protrudes from the covers and I can tell he's been asleep for a while. My dress isn't on me anymore, which leads to the thought of who dressed me. The limo is gone, along with the noise, with the people. Everything is so serene.
Rolling over, I end up running into Cato's back, which stirs him.
"Katniss...? You okay?" he asks, fatigue etched into his voice.
I nod against his muscles, which ripple as he turns his body towards mine. His arms wrap around me and I lean into him. It's that wonderful feeling of security that I indulge in every second I'm near him.
He sighs and I close my eyes. At this point, we're both wide awake and don't have the heart to fall back into oblivion again. The clock shows '2:30 am' and in precisely seven hours, we'd depart for another remainder of months. The brutality of this departure hits me full force, leaving a horrible mental bruise.
How will I cop without him? He helped me keep my sanity and gave me protection. My walls cam crashing down. And now? I have to build them up again, with the exception for Prim? It would waste everything.
My mind conjures up one thought.
"Come visit me soon," I whisper. It registers in his mind quickly and Cato's grip on my body becomes tighter.
"I wouldn't miss a day." He kisses my forehead lovingly and I inhale. Wrapping my arms around his torso, I nuzzle my head against his chest.
The gnawing comes again, and it wont go away. My father was right about something, I think.
It's only the beginning.
Okay, I'll let you in on something. Everything escalates from here on out. It becomes intense and soon, you'll see everything unravel. Clues will be given out. People will join. Katniss will find the words to speak what she needs to say...
Starting next chapter!
Merry Christmas Eve (:
~HeyoMyFellowReaders101
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