Hey everyone Everlark here, sorry for not updating in awhile. Well here is chapter four, hope you enjoy.
Warning: everlark moments ( So if your team Gale...)
I soon get to Peeta's house. His door is wide open. I slowly walk in. I look around his house. It looks like an animal went through here. But it wasn't.
It was Peeta.
I turn all the lights on.
Peeta is nowhere to be seen.
"Peeta!" I call out "Peeta?".
"Go away!" he yells.
His voice comes from his room. I skip up the stairs to his room. I turn the knob slowly.
Locked.
"Peeta please let me in" I say calmly.
"No!" he yells "Go away, you're a mutt!".
"Peeta please listen" I say through the door.
"No! You killed my family you killed everyone! You're a mutt!" he yells.
"Peeta no, It's not real, It's all a lie please listen to me!" I start to yell, I feel tears form in my eyes and my cheeks burn.
"Peeta listen" I say keeping calm "It's not real, trust me".
The other side of the door is quiet.
"Peeta? Are you ok?" I ask.
"Please go" he says firmly and I know he is on the other side of the door.
"Peeta…."
"I said go!".
The sound of glass break and peeta's cries makes me jump back.
"Peeta!" I say frantically turning the doorknob.
"Ouch!" he cries. "Peeta please let me in" I beg.
I hear the door click.
I dash into his room. Peeta is sitting on the floor holding up his bloody arm.
"Oh my god!" I gasp "Are you ok?".
"It's just a scratch" Peeta snaps.
"Peeta, we both know that more than a scratch" I say.
He just lets out a sigh. I can tell he is in pain.
"Peeta let me help you" I beg.
"Fine".
I help him into the bathroom and turn on the light.
Dark red liquid is dripping down his hand.
I gasp in horror.
"Here let's clean it off" I say.
I grab a rag, wet it, and wash the blood off his hand.
Once all the blood is off I can finally see the cuts.
Three, not that deep cuts.
Little tiny pieces of glass are stuck in the scratches.
I grab a pair of tweezers from the counter top.
"This might hurt a little" I say.
Peeta flinches as I pluck the shards of glass from his hand.
"What happened?" I ask.
"I knocked over a lamp, lost my balance and fell" he says in pain.
"Ouch".
"The cuts don't need stitches" I tell him.
"Do you have a first aid kit?" I ask.
"Yeah, in the cupboards" he replies.
I grab the kit from under the cupboards and open it. I grab the bandage and wrap it around Peeta's hand.
"Ok does it feel to tight?" I ask.
He shakes his head.
"Good".
Peeta just looks at his hand and sighs.
"Katniss, please go, before I snap again and hurt you" he pleads.
"No, I'm going to let that happen" I say firmly.
"Do you want to talk about it, maybe that will help" I ask him.
He considers the idea for awhile.
"Ok, I guess" he says.
"Just tell me what's bothering you" I say calmly.
"I just….Don't really know what's going on sometimes" he says "like I lose control".
"My mind is just so scattered sometimes". I rub his back in circular motions.
"But, I know that you will get through it though" I say.
"Why?" he asks.
"Because you're you and you can get through anything anyone puts you through" I say.
"You really think that?" he asks.
I nod.
"Yeah, you're like the strongest person I know".
Peeta's lips form into a smile. I reach over and give him a hug. He returns it.
"We will get through it together, I promise" I whisper into his ear.
He just buries his face in my hair. We sit there for a couple minutes, wrapped in each other's embrace. I don't want to let go and I won't be the first. I rest my head on his shoulder. I haven't felt human affection in a long time and I forgot how safe it makes me feel. A loud roar of thunder breaks us apart.
I peer outside the window. It's raining cats and dogs outside, wind is blowing leaves off of trees. Lighting sends a flash through the window. The lights flicker, then go out.
"Oh no" I gasp.
"What? Are you afraid of the dark?" Peeta asks.
"No, I just can't see anything" I say.
"I'm going to light a few candles" Peeta says getting up.
"I'll come with you" I say.
I try to follow him downstairs but it's hard when you hand see your own hand in front of your face. A soft glow comes from downstairs.
"Is that better?" he asks.
I nod. I peek outside the window. It's super stormy. I don't want to go back into the empty, dark house.
"Peeta, do you think I could stay here?" I ask.
"Umm yeah I guess" He says starting a fire in the fireplace.
"I'll go get some blankets" he says.
Peeta soon comes back with a blanket and a pillow.
Should I really be staying here? What if he has another episode?. I look into his eyes. No traces of black in sight. He catches me staring at him.
"Is something wrong?" he asks.
"What, no, I was just thinking" I say.
"About what?" He asks.
I bite my lip.
"Where the storm came from" I lie.
He just nods and spreads the blanket out on the couch.
"Peeta, I hope this isn't to much for you, me staying in your house for the night" I say.
"No it will be fine, and I will keep my door locked in case I have another episode" He says.
"Ok, Goodnight" I say yawning.
"Goodnight" he replies.
I crawl under the covers and take in their warmth. I start to doze off. I hope for a peaceful night sleep but the nightmares soon
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