Chapter 5:
I ran so fast I ended up falling at least 3 times on my way to the forest. I was scraping up my palms to bleeding shreds. Even so, I didn't even feel it. I was too distracted into my thoughts to notice.
Haymitch hadn't tried to stop me from running away. I wasn't sure if that hurt or was a relief.
I just couldn't believe I actually kissed my mentor; of all people!
The mentor who would probably drink himself into an oblivion if he found some whiskey right now.
If cared anything about me he would have ran after me and not let me come out in the woods alone.
Oh but of course he didn't care for me. Why would he? He had no reason.
Did I care for him? Was that why I kissed him?
No...it couldn't be in that way. I cared for him as a friend, and nothing more.
It was only the attacks from Peeta that were making me emotional.
I sat down on a boulder overlooking a small creek. I didn't come to hunt. I could barely to that these days. Every time I'm about to shoot a deer or rabbit I see a tribute that I killed. I end up hyperventilating and unable to breathe. I haven't told anyone about these breakdowns. Bad dreams were bad enough. People were already worried enough...well Greasy Sae and Haymitch maybe.
Haymitch...
Oh, why did I have to go and think of him?
Leaves crunched and I immediately jumped to my feet on instinct.
"If it isn't the little mockingjay, all alone, and without her big, strong protector." A voice of venom spoke not even a few feet from my ear.
I jerked around quickly to see Peeta, black eyes and all. It wasn't my Peeta.
My heart dropped. I was all alone, but Haymitch was not my protector. I could take care of my own self. My only problem was I didn't have anything at this moment to protect myself.
I did the only thing I could think of, and that was run.
There was growl and thundering of footsteps behind me. The high-jacking had heightened all of Peeta's abilities. He was now a lot faster than I.
I tried not to think of this and kept running. If only Haymitch actually had followed me maybe I wouldn't be in this pickle. It was my own fault for running away.
I ran for several minutes and then didn't hear anyone behind me. I sighed and leaned against a tree to catch my breath. The real Peeta most likely snapped back into place and he realized what he trying to do and ran.
I was more than stupid to even think that.
Suddenly there was a knife to my throat and I was pushed back roughly into a body. I knew immediately it was Peeeta.
I screamed but was quieted quickly as 'The Boy with the Bread no more' brought the knife in closer and covered my mouth and my nose.
I stomped his foot as hard as I could manage to which he loosened his grip momentarily. He grunted but wasn't prepared as I yanked the knife in his direction toward his heart.
I closed my eyes and plunged before I backed out.
His scream was heard louder than mine throughout the forest.
ideas are welcome since I don't really have a plotline for this.
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