I'm sorry about the slow update and uploading the wrong chapter the other day.
But anyway, has Katniss been acting weird to you? PM me if you think you know what's going on with her. : )
Chapter 5
The rotations of the world seem to come to a sudden halt. Suddenly, nothing makes sense and I feel the air leave my lungs in a gush. For a moment, I find myself struggling to form a coherent thought, to take a breath, or do anything. When I finally manage to speak, my voice comes out as a rattling whisper. "But- how-" The words get caught in the back of my throat. Eventually, I manage to choke the words out. "How- how long do you think- I mean… Is it permanent?"
But my mother only shakes her head. "There really isn't any way to tell. And-"
I can tell that she is about to go off on another lecture. To be honest, I have no patience for that. That's probably why I find myself storming out of the room.
I'm eventually pacing up and down the long hallway, furious at myself for acting the way I did this morning. If I had acted differently, would we be in this mess? Of course not! I shouldn't have run off the way that I did, and now… Well, who would have expected this?
After a few minutes of my emotional breakdown, as I am crying my eyes out with my head buried in both my knees and hands, I feel a familiar hand grip mine. Sniffling, I look up into the ocean green eyes of Finnick Odair
"What are you doing here?" I can't help but ask as I brush a tear away.
Though I'm having trouble focusing on exactly what he's saying, the general idea is that my mom wanted me to talk to someone, but knew I would refuse to talk to her. So, she thought of Finnick. I suppose her logic made some sense, but let's face it; I'm hardly in a logical mood.
Nevertheless, Finnick manages to get me to talk a bit. Having never really been one to discuss my feelings, I'm surprised by how it actually makes me feel a bit better.
Eventually, he has me calmed down slightly and is holding me in a strong yet very gentle hug.
A few moments later, though, my mom is back to talk to me. "Katniss," she begins. "As I told you, we are uncertain as to when, or if, Peeta's memory is expected to return. So we're going to keep him here for forty-eight hours or so, just to see if it does come back quickly and monitor the other concussion symptoms. If you would like, I'll bring you to him now."
What? She's asking me if I would like to? Of course I would! Does she doubt that? Rather than give her another display of my wild emotion, I simply nod and take a deep breath. "Yes. Please do."