Author's Note: So, the lack of reviews is still really disappointing. I am not one to hold chapters hostage but reviews make me want to write more and update faster. So please do me a favor and review; I really do appreciate it.
Yea, this chapter is really short compared to my usual chapters but at least I updated. I will try and update more often, it just depends. Just a warning this chapter is kind of a downer, and mentions of depression and thoughts of suicide are included.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games, or 'Crying On A Suitcase' by Casey James.
Chapter 10: Crying On A Suitcase
~Boy don't wait, don't think, don't lock the door behind you
Run and jump into your truck, hit the gas, burn some rubber up
Yeah your time's running out
Do it now
Take a shortcut, take a back road, take the shoulder to the exit
Skip the parking, screw the ticket, hit the curb and leave it sitting
Whatever it takes
You gotta get to that gate
She's cryin' on a suitcase
Sittin' at the airport
Waitin' on an airplane
Bound to take her out of here
Ooh
They're gonna call her number
She'll sit down by the window
The plane'll leave the runway
And fade into a goodbye sky
You better run while you still got time
She's cryin' on a suitcase
Admit it boy you blew it, you really messed it up
You can make excuses if you really want to lose her
It's all on the line, do or die time
Getting on your knees time
Tell her that you want her, need her, love her, gotta have her
Everything good in your life begins and ends with her
Lose your pride while you can
Come on man be a man
She's cryin' on a suitcase
Sittin' at the airport
Waitin' on an airplane
Bound to take her out of here
Ooh
They're gonna call her number
She'll sit down by the window
The plane'll leave the runway
And fade into a goodbye sky
You better run while you still got time
She's cryin' on a suitcase
She's cryin' on a suitcase
Waitin' on an airplane
Bound to take her out of here
They're gonna call her number
She'll sit down by the window
The plane'll leave the runway
And fade into a goodbye sky
You better run while you still got time
Well you still got time
She's cryin' on a suitcase
Waitin' on an airplane
She'll fade into a goodbye sky~
Katniss POV
We rush to the Hospital, Haymitch is sitting in one of the waiting room chairs. He has is head hanging in his hands, his body shaking with sobs. Its then I know something terrible has happened. I sit down next to him, Peeta sits beside me clasping my hand tightly for support. Haymitch looks at me, his eyes glassy with unshed tears.
He pulls me into a hug, "I'm sorry Katniss, I'm so sorry."
"Haymitch what happened? I need to know. Please tell me." I beg, trying to keep my voice steady.
A lone tear escapes his eye and trails down his cheek, "Your mom, Prim. They were walking to the store together… the driver wasn't paying attention… hit them."
Tears well up in my eyes and my voice is unsteady, "Please tell me their okay."
This sends Haymitch into another round of sobs, "Your mom was DOA… their transferring Prim to a children's hospital… she's in critical condition."
I completely loose it then, tears blur my vision and my ears are ringing. My mother is dead and my sister could very well die too. Peeta pulls me into his lap and I cry into his shirt. A doctor calls Haymitch and I to follow him. Haymitch sensing my pain and distress gets permission for Peeta to come with us. I cling to him as we walk down the hallway. The doctor tells us we need to say our goodbyes to my mother. When we enter the room, I see a chaplain over my mother's body giving a blessing. We all say our tearful goodbyes and are led to Prim's room. Her doctor tells us that she is too unstable to be transferred and we need to be prepared to say our goodbyes. Haymitch goes in first and when he comes out, Peeta walks me in but lets me say my goodbyes on my own.
Prim's body lays, looking so small in the big hospital bed. Tubes are coming out of her chest and mouth, and her body is covered in cuts and bruises, bones twisted in all directions. This is not the way Prim would want to live, this is not the way she would want me to remember her.
I smooth back her hair carefully and take her tiny hand in mine. I start to sing the lullaby my mom sang to Prim and I when we were younger, The Valley Song. When I finish the song, I kiss her forehead and tell her one more time that I love her more than she could ever imagine. After Haymitch and Peeta come back in. The doctor pulls the plug on the life support machine, the heart monitor registers a few weak heartbeats before it lets out a long high pitched beep and she flat lines.
My vision blurs and darkness starts to come over me. The last thing I see before I collapse is the doctor pulling a white sheet over Prim's body.
Two Weeks Later…
The funerals have come and gone, the bodies have been laid to rest. The sadness the people of our town felt has lessened but my depression has not. Haymitch will not sleep in the room he once shared with my mother, he insists on sleeping on the couch. Every time I walk past my mother or Prim's rooms I feel completely empty inside. Haymitch has started drinking and I have become lethargic. The only thing I have done since the funerals is lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep evades me, the nightmares are too much to deal with. All my friends visit, bringing food, comforting words, or just their presence. Patrick left two weeks ago but he was able to call and comfort me through the phone, Peeta's family come by and visit everyday. Cato and Clove have come by at least 4 times a week. Same with Johanna and Gale, although I know it's hard on Gale too. Kaylee sleeps at my house every night but I know it's hard on her. Right now, sadness and depression is all that fills our house.
A month later…
After talking to everyone, Peeta and I had decided to move to California a little early. Haymitch and Kaylee left with us, so now were all here. Haymitch went to live with Uncle Andrei, Kaylee moved into her apartment, and Peeta and I moved into ours. I still wake up every night screaming for my mother and sister. I have seen multiple psychiatrists and tried taking different types of anti-depressants but nothing seems to help. I know Peeta is getting fed up with me. Everyone is getting fed up with me, sometimes I'm not sure its worth living. I feel empty, numb, alone with my pain. Deep down I know it's not true, people are there for me but I push them all away. That's why it doesn't surprise me when I snap at Peeta a little too harshly one day.
"Katniss, please just come to the park with me. You need to get out of the house." Peeta begs.
"I have told you once and I'll say it again, let me be. I want to stay here I want to be alone Peeta. Going outside isn't going to make me feel any better." I yell at him.
"How would you know? You haven't come out since we got here. If you want to be alone, why don't you just leave? You obviously don't want to stay here with me, so just go… leave!" Peeta yells back, his face turning red with anger.
I grabbed a suitcase and threw my stuff in it and walked right out of the room. Peeta followed behind me. I turned to face him screaming angrily, "you told me to leave, well I'm leaving. Goodbye, have a great life." And with that I walked out, slamming the door of the apartment. Leaving behind the only boy I have ever loved and hoping he knows that I didn't mean what I said.
The accident that was described in here, that killed Mrs.E and Prim is based off a real accident; I knew the people involved. So I pretty much cried the whole time I was typing this. That and these past few weeks have been stressful and emotional and so updating was the last thing on my mind. So sorry for not updating and PLEASE review.
Also, I am going to post a Gale/Johanna story so you should all check that out when I put it up. Thanks again.
Anyways, please review and I look forward to posting the next chapter as soon as possible.
Love you all. –THGgoddess4ever