Chapter 2
The next thing I know I'm asking Haymitch about Peeta.
"Katniss, it's too early in the rebellion, it's too risky."
"I don't care," I say. I just want him back.
"I don't know, Katniss."
"Please," I say quietly, and I think I am crying.
"I'll talk to them, I'll see what they say, I promise." I start to leave but his voice stops me. "Katniss, Peeta gave me this before the Quell, I thought you might want to see it."
"What is it," I must sound mad because Haymitch walks very slow and carefully to me. He holds out his hand and there is a small orange piece of paper in it. Orange. That's his favorite color. I take it aggressively and walk back to my room.
Dear Katniss,
This must mean I'm dead now so this might be a little strange. But anyways…
Dear Katniss,
Thank you for keeping yourself alive. Your safety is all I could ever ask for. Please forget about me. Marry Gale, and have a family. I wish you well.
I love you,
Peeta Mellark
When I wake up in the morning, I don't get out of bed. I can't move. So I just loose myself in sleep, again.
Finally, about noon Haymitch comes in to my room to wake me.
"Katniss, I have some good news!"
Then I realize Haymitch isn't so bad when he's sober