A/n- Why is this story so difficult to write? Katniss is just soooo difficult sometimes! I guess that is a good thing in the books, but Suzanne Collins does NOT make it easy on fanfic writers.
DISCLAIMERS: If I were Suzanne Collins or Adele, would I be writing fanfic?
Chapter 2
These words seem to physically hit me. For a moment, I struggle to breathe, to form a logical thought, to do anything. "You're joking, right? You're just- trying to scare me, or something. It's not funny, really." I eventualy manage to blurt out in a breathless gush. But then I remember something I over-heard my mother and Prim talking about once, that brief memory loss, usually lasting only a minute or two, can sometimes be a symptom of a concussion. Wishing I could be more like them, I try to see if I can find any more.
I attempt to use the same calm tone as before, but my voice comes out high-pitched and shaky. "You need to tell me honestly. Do you feel okay? Are you dizzy or anything?"
Peeta nods. "A little, I guess," he says "But more confused."
"About what?" I ask, hoping that this will be gone in a few minutes. If I remember what I overheard correctly, it should. Still, his answer catches me off guard. Hasn't that happened enough for one day?
"Just... everything, I guess."
Swallowing back the lump that is forming in the back of my throat, I try to force myself to talk. Once I can, I am disgusted with myself for still sounding so shakey. On the bright side, at least my tone is soft. "Well, just give it a minute, okay? Things will probably be clearer then."
But minutes turn into an hour without any clarity returning. After a bit longer, I know that something is wrong. Before long, the two of us are back home.
I have only dialed this number a few times, but I have memorized it more easily than any other series of numbers before. I hear the click, then the familliar voice answer. Reminding myself of the way I sounded when I was very small, I start to talk. Shocking even myself, I allow myself to say something that I haven't in a long time.
"Mom? I need your help."
A/n- Sorry this update was late. Anyway, I hope you liked it.