A/N- Thanks a ton to everyone who read/reviewed/signed up for story alerts! Statistics-wise, this stroy seems like one of most sucessful, as far as first days go. Anyway, let's try to keep that streak going, shall we? Ha ha, just kidding. I don't want to be one of those authors who beg for reviews, and I'm sure none of you want me to be. I am also looking for a beta reader for this story. If you are interested, please PM me (signed in with an account for this site) with your name (so I know what to call, you, of course!), age (it doesn't affect who gets the job; I'm just curious as to how old my readers are), qualifications (whether it be grades, your stories, or previous experiance), and what you like and dislike about this story. Unless I don't get enough replies to make a good decision (I'll post a note if I don't), you have until midnight this Sunday (Eastern Standard Time) to send your message. Thanks for putting up with my ramblings! Let's get to that story, shall we? Oh, I almost forgot; yesterday, I accidently posted my Cookie Monster story instead of chapter one last night. I'm so sorry to those of you who read that and got super confused. Can you give me another chance, please? : )
DISCLAIMER:Unless Suzanne Collins watched so much Harry Potter in one day that she developed a British accent that was gone the next, I do not own THG.
DISCLAIMER II: Unless Adele has a voice that makes ears bleed (she doesn't; I do!), I do not own the title of this fic.
Chapter One
Abandoning all logical thought, I drop down from the branch. Being at least fifteen feet up, this was probably not the smartest thing to do; but that does not matter at all.
Luckily the usually hard ground is softened with morning dew, and more plants than ever have gron this spring, so the fall was coushened to some extent. I try to remind myself of this, but my mind still insists that I awknowledge all possibilities. This would be one of the times where my brain and I are not the best of friends.
Rushing over, I can see the position in which Peeta fell. Suprisingly, he looks reletively unscathed except for a tree bark-patterned scrape across the front of his forehead. But I still want to play it safe.
Somehow forcing myself to stay calm, I kneel down and place his head on my lap. Worried by the confused look in his eyes, I run my fingers through his hair, feeling for any soft spots or indentations. Finding none, I try to think of what my mother would do next.
Holding up three fingers, I try to use a gentle yet firm voice. "Okay, Peeta, I need you to tell me how many fingers I'm holding up now. Okay?"
Instead of a number, I am answered with a nervous glance and a slow shake of his head.
"What do you mean?" I ask in a squeaky voice. "You can see me, right?"
This time, I get a nod. It's apprehensive, but at least its confirmation. But his next four words bring an end to my releif and throw both our worlds entirely upside down. They are near the top of the list of words with the biggest impact.
"I don't know you."
A/N- Dun-dun-DUN! That was a really hard chapter to write, but I hope you liked it!