Second chapter!
Peeta's POV
Katniss and me sit at the table, across from Emmy, and wait for the siblings to join us for dinner. Personally, if it were my decision, I wouldn't force them to come. Mostly it's because they're getting ready for their death but sadly, it's not my decision. Just then, the two come in through the doors and Emmy puts another smile on her face. Honestly, does this woman ever frown?
"Please, sit down." She points to two seats and they quickly sit down in them. They just sit there and gawk at the food in awe. Katniss and me laugh a little and Ray looks at us funny.
"W-what?" She quietly asks and Dray notices our laughing too.
"Oh nothing, it's just that we had the same reaction too." Katniss says. We quit laughing and I catch Emmy frowning. Frowning!
"The food is not to look at, it's to eat. Now please." Emmy rolls her eyes and it's like she's a whole new person. "Now where is that other victor of yours?" Emmy asks. I just now notice that I haven't seen Haymitch all day. Not even at the Reaping when he was supposed to.
"Where is Haymitch?" I whisper to Katniss and she just shrugs her shoulders.
"Probably wasted somewhere." She says and grabs a roll to nibble on it.
"Probably." I mumble to myself and put some food on my plate. To Dray and Ray, this must be a feast. Well, technically it is but still, they probably haven't seen this much food in their lives. Especially being in the Seam where there is hardly any food unless you hunt like Katniss.
Speaking of the devil, Haymitch comes through the door, rubbing his eyes like he was just sleeping. Which he most likely was. He sits down on a chair and doesn't grab any food. He sets his head on the table and already Emmy is on him.
"Haymitch, where were you during the Reaping? And learn some manners and get your head off the table!" Emmy says with that high-pitched voice she usually uses. Haymitch just lifts his head and mocks her.
"Emmy, stop being so naggy and get a better job than calling names for a living." He says. This gets everyone, besides Emmy, laughing. Haymitch sets his head down on the table and Emmy crosses her arms with a huff.
"If you excuse me, I'm going to my room." She gets up and we all settle down on the laughing. For once, Ray seems happy but Dray stops laughing for the moment and looks down at his plate.
"Finally." I hear Haymitch mumble and then everyone is done laughing. Katniss looks at him and then raises an eyebrow.
"Where exactly were you at the Reaping?" Katniss asks.
"Where do you think I was." Katniss and me don't answer because we already know. Drunk somewhere. Haymitch lifts his head and looks at Ray and Dray.
"What?" Dray asks with a bit of an edge.
"Nothing." Haymitch says and gets up. "I'm going to my room." Is all he says and walks out.
"Well…that was a weird dinner." I say when it's just us four left. Katniss shakes her head and we finish eating.
Ray's POV
I have never seen so much food in my life and neither has Dray. I would've enjoyed it better, but I just can't get my mind off of dying. What Haymitch said was funny, but the thought just came back. I don't want to die; I want everything to be normal like it use to. I look at Peeta and Katniss and think about their attempt to stop the Games. I appreciate it, what they've been through, but Dray thinks otherwise. He doesn't like them because he thinks they could've done more to stop the Capitol.
I look at my plate along with Dray and I hear Peeta cough. I look at him and he quickly glances at Katniss. She shakes her head as if to agree on something and Peeta looks back at us.
"So, what can you two do?" He asks and Dray looks up.
"Why do you want to know?" Dray snaps and Katniss puts on one of those looks.
"So we know what you're good at so we can help you in the games." Katniss throws back at him and Dray shuts up. Dray's not much of an easygoing person and mostly speaks what's on his mind.
"So, what can you do?" Peeta asks one more time. What am I good at? Since we don't hunt, we don't have skills like Katniss and we don't bake, so we aren't good with camouflage.
"I-I don't know." I say. I'm always fumbling my words lately and can't speak in long sentences. I'm so shy that it gets annoying after a while. Katniss lets out a small sigh and asks us another question.
"Well what do you usually do that might help you in the arena?" Katniss asks and I think. At home I usually play with Rocky. We joke around, run, play hide and seek… that's it!
"Well, I'm good at hiding." I say without mixing up my words for once since I got here. Katniss smiles and shakes her head in approval at Peeta.
"So what can you do Dray?" Peeta asks and Dray looks at him.
"Nothing really." Dray says but Peeta won't take that for an answer.
"Oh there has to be something." Peeta insist and Dray frowns.
"I already told you, I can't do anything." Dray presses and gets up. "I'm going to bed. You coming?" He asks me and I look at Katniss and Peeta to see if it's okay. I don't know why I do it though. Katniss lets out a sigh in frustration and lets me go with Dray.
We walk out of the room and leave Katniss and Peeta in the dinning car of the train. When we reach our separate rooms, Dray says goodnight and begins to walk into his room when I stop him. "Dray, I don't want to sleep bye myself." I plead and give him a look.
"Our rooms are right next to each other Ray." He says but I don't want to be alone in the dark.
"Please Dray." I cry and he gives in. We walk into his room and sit down on his bed. "Thanks." I say and Dray just shakes his head and looks up.
"I wonder how little Rocky and mom and dad are doing." Dray says and I wonder the same.
"I hope they do okay when I'm gone." I sigh and Dray looks at me.
"You're not going to die. I'm gonna help you go home no matter what." He says and I'm surprised. But I don't want to see him die right in front of me. I love my brother and I won't let that happen.
"No, I couldn't stand to see you die Dray. I want you to go home." I say and Dray gets up from off the bed.
"You're going home and that's that. I wouldn't be able to handle seeing my little sister die. I want you to have a life and be there for Rocky. I'm the older brother so I should be helping you through the arena not you helping me Ray. And that's final." He ends the conversation by turning the light off and getting into bed. "Goodnight Ray." He says and pulls the covers over him. Within a couple minutes, he's asleep.
"Goodnight." I mumble even though he can't hear me. I think about what he just said. That I'm coming home instead of him. But I don't want it to be like that. I don't want to be in the arena period but that's not an option. I look over at Dray. His breathing is at a steady pace and he's turned away from me.
I start to cry because I don't want to kill people, especially people like my own brother. I cry myself out and lay down on the pillow. Tomorrow we arrive in the Capitol and then it'll be only a matter of time until our death. Then Katniss, Peeta and Haymitch cross my mind. They went through the same thing and I wonder if they felt the same way I do now. If they were scared out of their mind from the possibility that they might have to kill someone they love.
I let the thoughts circle around in my head until eventually sleep takes over every inch of my body and I lie down next to Dray. That night, I dreamt about Katniss and Peeta winning the rebellion, that the Hunger Games ended and Capitol citizens had to feel our pain.
Does that sound familiar? Okay little girl with evil thought. Tell me what you think… again!