Hey really sorry for the super long wait I was in New England and then I had ideas but couldn't figure out how to work it into the story. Then I figured it out but didn't write it down. I'm sorry if this chapter isn't super long detailed or good. I'm writing it all down right now. This chapter's gonna be a little bit different than usual. Also it might be a while between updates as school starts beginning of September, and the next few weeks are gonna be super busy, I'm dancing again and I really need to focus on school. So just a heads up.:) Anyone else excited to go be going back to school? Also just to give you and idea of what Katniss' reaping dress looks like my profile picture will temporarily be of her dress.
Let's see song I need a song hmm... got it
Closed off from love
I didn't need the pain
Once or twice was enough
And it was all in vain
Time starts to pass
Before you know it you're frozen
But something happened
For the very first time with you
My heart melted to the ground
Found something true
And everyone's looking round
Thinking I'm going crazy
But I don't care what they say
I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don't know the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open
Trying hard not to hear
But they talk so loud
Their piercing sounds fill my ears
Try to fill me with doubt
Yet I know that their goal
Is to keep me from falling
But nothing's greater than the rush that comes with your embrace
And in this world of loneliness
I see your face
Yet everyone around me
Thinks that I'm going crazy, maybe, maybe
But I don't care what they say
I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don't know the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open
And it's draining all of me
Oh they find it hard to believe
I'll be wearing these scars
For everyone to see
I don't care what they say
I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don't know the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
Peeta Pov
Wait did Katniss call me her best friend? I mean yeah I'm in love with her but we only started talking this morning. Isn't best friends a little sudden especially for Katniss of all people? And why did she want to talk to me
so bad this morning? I look around the square. It's midday and the day's beautiful with puffy white clouds a bright blue sky and sunlight shining down, but the square's deserted except for me and Katniss. I study her
for a second as she stares at the ground pretending to be interested in her shoes. Her silky raven hair is tied back with gold ribbons in a french braid and is wearing a beautiful orange dress the color of the sunset, my
favorite color. Raven tresses frame her face as she looks down at her shoes. The dress looks stunning on her olive complexion and her dark hair. That's not the point! I remind myself.
"Katniss?" I say. She looks up at me with those beautiful grey eyes of hers. She raises her eyebrows as if to say yeah, what? Taking this as a signal to continue I say
"I have a few questions for you," I glance at her and see she looks unsurprised as if she expected this. "Well first off why'd you want to be friends with me so badly, and second why'd you call me your best friend. I mean I don't mind but our first conversation was this morning?" She ponders the question and I notice little details about her that seem different. For starters just the way she acts and holds herself she seems older like the fate of Panem had rested on her shoulders which of course it didn't or as if she had everything she loved taken away from her which obviously wasn't true, I mean she has Prim and her Mother. She also seemed more open and willing to let people in.
"Well I owe you for the bread but I also like your personality and figured I could use people like you in my life-people more like Prim. You're a really nice guy. And when I said best friends I misspoke." I'm satisfied with
her response and honestly flattered.
"Thank you. And Katniss, I hope someday we can be best friends." At first I'm afraid I went to far and scared her off but she surprises me when she graces me with a small shy smile and says "me too."
"Do you want me to walk you home?" I ask. She shakes her head still smiling.
"No that's okay, I can walk by myself but I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay bye Katniss."
"Bye Peeta."
We turn and start to make the trek to our seperate houses.
Katniss POV
As I'm walking home I start to feel a headache coming on. I'm not very far from the square and Peeta's still a few feet away. I start to feel light-headed and decide it might be a good idea to have Peeta walk me home after all. So I shout across the street
"Hey Peeta!" I hope I don't sound as nervous as I really am. I never get light headed. He makes his way over and his presence alone makes me feel ten times calmer.
"Yeah Katniss?"
"I changed my mind I want you to walk home with me." I say hoping I don't sound like one of those silly girls in the Capital dramas that Effie forced me to watch where the girls practically threw themselves at the men when something as simple as their nail broke. Peeta looks a little bit concerned.
"Okay..." He trails off. We start to make our way to my small home in the seam and my head ache gets increasingly worse. Black dots start to dance across my vision and I grip Peeta's arm to steady myself. I faintly hear him ask if I'm alright. I manage to mutter help before I feel myself fall into his arms and the world goes black.
Willow Pov (I think we all know where this is going;))
Willow Mellark History
Year 10, 15 years old The Fight For Freedom
Before the new age of Panem there was war and oppression. We are the first
generation that will never have to know the fear of having our names-and our loved
ones names in the reaping bowl. Before the rebellion we had a yearly Hunger Games.
Once a year our oppressors in the Capital forced us to participate in a horrible
sport called the Hunger Games. Each year two tributes; one male, one female
between the ages of twelve and eighteen were picked from each of the twelve
districts and forced to compete in a fight to the death. This went on for 75 years until-
I realize I have no idea what caused the rebellion. We don't talk about it but I feel like it involves my parents. Every once in a while someone visiting District Twelve will see my parents and ask for their autographs. It's
really strange because my parents are really ordinary and uninteresting. They both have scars though so maybe they were both held prisoner in the Capital during the war and that's how they met. Just the thought of
anyone hurting my parents makes my blood boil. As far as I know neither of them have even touched a weapon. Let alone used one on anybody. Suddenly someone just appears in my room-literally. At first I think it's my twelve year old brother Rye or Aunt Prim who's babysitting, but as I take a closer look it's neither. It's a girl about seventeen. She has silky dark hair hair tied back in a braid, olive skin, and stormy grey eyes filled with fear and panic. With a start I realize she looks like a younger version of my mother. But that's impossible, that look doesn't belong on my mother's face. The girl looks around the room in confusion, joy, and recognition. I watch as she takes in the light blue walls, blue and green curtains, big window, white nightstand vanity and dresser, white fuzzy carpet, my twin bed with my Paris bedspread- a place we learned about
from before the Dark Days, and her intimidating-which is not a word I would usually use to describe my mother-gaze lands on me. She takes in my blue eyes, silky golden hair, and pale complexion. I take a deep breath and gather up my courage before asking the girl
"Who are you?" She looks at me puzzled but slightly relieved
"I'm Katniss Everdeen." She states firmly-defensively. I fall off the bed in shock. Katniss stares at me puzzled as if she can't quite figure out why I'm laying on the floor.
"Mom?" I ask in disbelief. Katniss-or should I say mom stares at me incredulously. She shakes her head as if she can't quite wrap her head around the fact that she has a daughter. Then I remember she can't be more than seventeen and her reaction makes more sense. What seventeen year old girl wouldn't be shocked.
"Who's your father?" She manages to choke out. Maybe she hasn't met Dad yet.
"Peeta Mellark." I say. She looks at me as if I've given her, her whole world back. Who knows maybe I have. She then takes a deep breath as if preparing for the worst and asks "Is your Aunt Prim around?"
"Yeah downstairs-" She hugs me really tight mutters a quick but meaningful thank you and bolts down the stairs as if her life depends on it. I'm right behind her. We race downstairs and find Aunt Prim snuggled up with Ryan(Rye for short after my Uncle) and my six year old sister Rue.
Rue looks up at me with her sleepy sapphire blue eyes and long dark eyelashes. Rue looks a lot like my mom. She has her olive complexion, and silky raven hair and long dark eyelashes. Her eyes steal the show though. They change color, blue grey and green. We don't know why but we hope they stay like that. She's the kindest most compassionate little girl you'll ever meet. She's never met a person she didn't like. She's just like my dad and Aunt Prim but also my mother. The perfect combination if you ask me. Rye however has grey eyes curly blonde hair, and my father's complexion. He and I are both all my dad. With our mother's fire and spirit.
Anyways Aunt Prim is reading them a story and Mom is just staring at her as if she's seen a ghost or in my aunt's case an angel.
"Little Duck?" She asks holding back tears. My aunt looks up in disbelief
"Katniss?"
And scene. I'm sorry it was kinda short but I hope you liked it:)