Peeta POV
"Peeta can you go to the store? We are running low on flour." I hear my mother call from downstairs. "Okay Mom I'll be down in a minute." I call back. I was just working on a painting of my best-friend Katniss. I hide my painting and rush downstairs.
I'm met with my mothers smiling face." Here's the money for the flour. There's extra in case you want more art supplies." I take the money, kiss my moms cheek and go outside.
I'm about halfway down the street when I see a figure in the snow. I know something wrong immediately I jog towards the figure to get some identification. I get halfway there and I see the all too familiar braid. I start sprinting towards her, when I get there I see a sight that makes my heart I see my best-friend, bloody, bruised, and unconscious, laying in the snow.
If it were anyone else I'd walk to the police station and let them deal with it, they wouldn't blame me its what everyone else would do. But, this is no average person. This is Katniss Everdeen, my best-friend. I pick up her limp body and take her to the only place I can think of. My house.
My mother will know what to do, our district has no hospital, my mother is the next best thing. I run as fast as I can to my house. I can feel her breathing but its small breaths of air, it feels like she forcing herself to breath. Even unconscious she's fighting to live. I'm almost home and I'm getting more and more worried stares as I go.
As I barge through the door my mother comes in from the kitchen, she see's Katniss and she immediately springs into action. She orders me to carry her upstairs and put her on my bed. When I do she makes me leave the room. I beg her to let me stay but to no avail I still have to wait outside of my door. I'm a mess right now. I'm pacing like a mad man and running my hand through my hair.
About an hour later my mother finally tells me I can come in. I walk in with silent tears still streaming down my face. My mother tells me to sit down so she can explain Katniss's condition."Okay Peeta, I looked at Katniss and found a huge gash in her head." My jaw drops," I was able to stitch it up though. I'm more worried about her wrists." I'm really confused there was no blood on her wrists." Not only are they bruised but there are scars all up her wrists, Peeta she's been cutting herself." More tears start 's my fault, I could have stopped her." No Peeta it's not your fault." I look up at my mother was I really speaking my thoughts?
"Okay anyway, she has hypothermia from staying out in the snow for so long. Were out of blankets so, I can't believe I'm about to say this but, you have to lay down with her." I'm in the middle of being happy that i get to lay down next to her, and being sad for why I have to."But, you can't touch her unless she touches you." I look at her confused,"Why not mom?" She looks at me sadly.
"Peeta, she was raped."