Hello, hello! Sorry, this has taken so long, I've been catching up on sleep, and we had a team-building thing for volleyball this morning...Enjoy :)

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A Call for Help- Chapter 3

Memories are important. They make us who we are, and nobody can take them away. They help us learn, about others, and remind us who we want to be. Memories can hurt, too. Some things you don't want to remember, and they can come back to you right when you are having the time of your life. But memories can be scary. They can bring back past problems and things that you wished you could just forget entirely. Would you be able to keep going?

Would it be too much to handle?

Sorry for the short-ish chapter!

Katniss and Peeta DAY 2 ON THE ISLAND

KATNISS POV-

Being shaken awake is not a nice sensation, Yet Peeta did it anyway.

"Five. There were five, Katniss. I can't do this again. I can't go through this another time!" Peeta yells, slamming his fists into a tree.

I yawn, rubbing my eyes. "What are you..." I get up, stretching. "...talking about Peeta?" He grabs me by the shoulders.

"There were Five! I can't do it, I can't..." He slides down against a rock, wrapping his arms around his legs. "Five, five of them..." He whispers over and over again. "Five..."

"Five what, Peeta?" I say, throwing my hands up into the air. "Five what?"

"Cannons." He whispers, beginning to rock back and forth.

"Come again?"

"Cannons, Katniss. Five cannons." He says. Something falls behind me. My hand flies to my back, searching for an arrow. I don't have any.

I slowly turn around, half expecting to be shot. "Who..." I say when I don't see anyone.

I look down and gasp. "Peeta! A parachute!" I pick it up, but there is nothing there. It's just that little piece of fabric. I sigh. It doesn't look normal, though. There are lines in some places. Faint, but visible. Peeta slowly gets up, taking it from me and turning it over. There is writing on it.

[Here we are again. Don't know how, but trying to figure it out. -H]

"H? Who is that?"

.

I watch Peeta as he makes a spear, wondering what he is thinking about. H? Probably.

Or the cannons. I'm still so confused. If the cannons were there, this is probably some special quell or something. I think this was the year it was supposed to happen.

Is everyone okay? Who is in here with us?

Is Prim alright? My mom, Gale, what happened to them? I go back to thinking about the cannons. Why were there five? Are five people already dead? If so, what killed them? Maybe they mean something else this year. Whatever it is, something is going on. It's like they want us to think that nothing is as it seems. We are going to have to think about every solution to every problem, every scenario we might end up in, everything.

Something dark green stands out in the tree. Maybe a bag?

I start to climb up. Peeta, who is still standing on the ground, asks me what I'm doing.

"There is something in this tree!" I say, grabbing it. It's kinda heavy.

I bring it back down to the ground and walk over to Peeta.

He holds it while I unzip it.

I pull out two long knives, a package of crackers, some beef jerky, a walkie talkie, and...A BOW! Peeta pulls out a full sheath of arrows and hands them to me, grinning.

He talkies a deep breath, nodding. "Although I don't understand why we would only get one walkie talkie, I feel better now."

We walk back to our little camp.

Sooooo… what do you think? Let me know! I have a feeling you know who 'H' is, but oh well.

I posted the first little backstory chapter! It would be great if you checked it out!

Hope you enjoyed,

Ariana :)