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Suzanne Collins.. The Hunger Games.. yup.
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I slowly walk inside with the envelope in my hand. I keep turning it over, but the only writing I see is on the front and it says, "Katniss Everdeen" in sloppy letters. I put it on the table, I'll open it later. I walk around my kitchen because quite frankly I'm afraid of my living room. I get a glass out of the cupboard and fill it with water. I drink it slowly and then realize I'm starving. I haven't eaten anything in the last twenty-four hours and that episode this morning didn't help anything. I dig in my fridge and hope Sae left me something. I make a mental note to thank her more often.
I grab what looks to be lamb stew and bring it over to the table. I take careful bites because after this morning I'm not too sure what my stomach can hold. After a few minutes have gone by and a couple mouth fulls have been swallowed, I remember the envelope. I reach over and decide to open it. I push the stew away so I can fully see what is inside. I pull out a couple pages folded neatly. I unfold the pages and I realize it is a letter. From the first line address I immediately know who it is from and I almost don't read it, but curiosity got the better of me.
It read:
Dear Catnip,
It's been a couple months and I know you know that. This letter is awkward for me to write because I should have just called and been able to say what I want to say. But I know you wouldn't take my calls or even listen to me for a few minutes. And I know you would tell me no to what I'm about to tell you. I've decided to visit District 12. In case you forgot, it was my home too. I don't mean to sound harsh.. I'm sorry.
I know there isn't much left to see, but I miss it. I miss you, too. I need to see you, to see how you are. I need to see you doing okay, and I hope you're still going to our place in the woods. Don't you miss our trips there and the fun we used to have? I remember that, Katniss. I know I have no right to come barging back into your life, but I can't keep up this separation. I want to see our woods and I want to walk in the town square. I need to remember what happened to keep me going.
I'll be there in two months; I just thought I'd give you the heads up. And Katniss, I know you blame me for Prim, I do too.
Gale
At that last line I almost break down so instead I read the letter a couple times just to make sure my eyes weren't deceiving me. Gale's coming back. I don't want to see him. He's correct-I do blame him for killing my little sister. But I also blame myself.
I sit there for a while, completely forgetting about my stew. I get up from the table and I throw the letter away. I do my best to forget about it because I just don't want to picture the face of the boy that had a hand in my sister's death. I go and sit on the couch, where the horror began only yesterday. Only this time I don't fall asleep, I make sure of it.
The night passes as I grab some strands of rope that I braid and knot in various degrees of intricacy. When I take the time to zone back into life I see the sun is rising signaling the start of a new day. I decide then to go up and shower and change into real clothes. I feel disgusting and the events of the past two days took their toll on me. I get out of my clothes as fast as possible and let the warm water cover me. After I'm washed up I go back downstairs. Suddenly, I can't take this house anymore. I'm not sure if it's Gale's letter in the trashcan, or the vivid memory of what happened in this living room, but this house feels foreign to me. I grab my father's hunting jacket and my bow that I hardly ever touch. I'm out the door and almost running to the forest. Unfortunately, I have to pass Peeta's house to get to my refuge.
At this thought I remember Peeta and how he must be feeling right now. I haven't seen or heard from him since his hallucination. I slow considerably, almost to a halt but still moving forward. I don't really know if I should go see him, or stay away. Haymitch's words from the previous day come to the forefront of my mind. He says he needs me, but what good am I if I only cause harm to him? I realize I have completely stopped walking and I've been staring at his house, bow in hand. Then the door opens.
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I'm sorry guys if this seemed really boring. I know there was no dialogue.. Please forgive me. The next chapter is a good one so please hang on with me. And as always feel free to review what you think will happen… Peeta and Katniss now have to chat.. Hmm.. oh and Gale's letter? What up with that? Tell me what you think :)