Chapter 27 (Katniss' pov)

Its been 2 weeks since Peeta's mom died, and about a week and a half since we left the Capitol. Peeta was dealing with her death pretty well for the first couple of days after it happened, after those 3-4 days Peeta started acting differently. He wasn't eating normally, his brothers told me that they had found him sitting in the kitchen muttering things like,"Mom, i'll do better next time," before he started to scream. I've never seen him like this, in all of the time that i'd known him he was always, cheerful ,and happy, he would rarley frown. But now all he does is frown. I don't know what to do.

I looked up at the green digital clock my 7th period teacher put up on the bookcase, in about a minute the bell will ring and i'll go find Peeta outside of my classroom door waiting for me. Even though he was depressed he still liked to drive me to my house. He says that I make the pain barable, I thought it was sweet. I always incisted he let me drive him home, but he would always wave the thought away.

The bell rang and everyone backed their chair away from their desk and practicly ran over each other trying to get out of the small classroom. I got up and as always, there was Peeta waiting for me. I smiled and he gave me a half smile, that was better then no smile at all.

"Hey." I said to him as he streched out his hand, gesturing for me to take it. I put my hand in his and felt at ease. We interlocked our fingers and started to walk out of school.

"Want to hang out at my place today?" He asked once we were in his car.

"Sure."

He nodded and started the car. I once again began to get lost in my thoughts, which were about Peeta, obviously. Tomorrow was his mothers' funeral. Part of me wants him to go to the funeral, but the other part of me doesn't want him to go. I'm scared of how it will effect him, seeing his mom lay in her casket, would just brake his heart.

But he was going weither I wanted him to or not. It was his mom and he had to go.

We finally got to his house. I opened the door and made my way inside the big house, after him. I still wasn't used to his huge house, even though I come here almost everyday. It was just so big and beautiful. I guess thats one of the perks of owning the best bakeries in all of Panem, they have two in every District. The Mellarks are pretty much rich, maybe even richer than Madge, and she is really rich.

Peeta lead me up to his room and I sat down on his bed. He turned on the t.v and we started watching our favorite anime, Ouran High school host club. After turning it on, he came over to his bed and layed down, he rested his head in my lap. I messaged his hair as we watched a few episodes of the anime.

"Katniss?" Peeta said quietly.

"Hmmm," I murmmered.

"I don't want to go the funeral tomorrow."

I gapped at him. "What?"

"I don't want to go." He stated simply with a ghostly look in his eyes.

"Peeta, I know that your mothers death has been really hard on you but I think you should go to the funeral, and say your last goodbye to her."

"No Katniss. You don't understand-" "Then help me understand,."

"I'm not sad because she died." "Then why are you acting all depressed Peeta?"

"I'm glad that she's gone." He started, I looked at him with a confussed expretion on my face.

"I hated her, so much. Katniss, I despised that woman, she always treated me like shit. Did I ever tell you that she used to hit me, any chance she got. She hated me and I hated her. Back when I was in middle school I started cutting myself because I didn't know how to deal with all of the crap she put on me." He showed me one of his wrists, I saw the scars that were left there. I stared at him, not knowing what to say.

"No one ever suspected anything because I always had a smile on my face. Your the only person i've ever told, don't tell anyone, Katniss. The reason i've been sad, and depressed is because I hate myself, what kind of person would ever be glad their mom is dead."

"Peeta, I don't know what to say." I said with a frown. The only thing I could think to do was, hug him, and so I did. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close to me. A minute into our embrace, I felt something wet on the back of my shirt, I tried to see what it was, when I felt Peeta shaking. He was crying. I held him for hours. He had cried himself to sleep, I was about to get off of the bed to leave, when he grabbed my hand and pulled me back to his big comfortable bed and said, "Stay with me."

I smiled and whispered, "Always."

That night, I had fell asleep in his arms.

I woke up wrapped in the softest, warmest blanket in the world. I opened my eyes and found Peeta no where to be found.

I heard the shower running and stood up. I ran my fingers threw my tangled hair and left it down in soft waves, Peeta loved it when my hair was down.

I fixed the bed as I waited for Peeta to get out of the shower. I also looked around his room, I looked at the beautiful paintings that were hung up on the sunset orange walls. On the dresser next to the t.v.,there was a few picture frames. There was one of a small Peeta and his dad outside throwing a football, one of him and his football team, A picture of us, by us I mean the whole crew, Me, Peeta, Finnick, Annie, Johanna, Madge, Thresh, Cato, Clove and all of the others. I smiled when I saw the last picture, it was of me and him kissing.

I heard the bathroom door open and Peeta came out, with no shirt on and a pair of grey sweat-pants hanging low on his hips. He grinned when he noticed me staring at him in awe.

"Sleep well?" He asked as he walked over to me.

"I slept great." I said before he leaned down to kiss me. We have a half an hour long, make out session before he pulls away. I frown and he chuckles. I didn't want to ask him if we were gonna go to the funeral or just skip it, because he looked so happy and I didn't want to change his mood.

It was like he read my mind because he said, "Do you want to go the funeral?"

I looked up at him. "Do you?"

He thought about it before shaking his head no. I didn't argue.

After we told his dad and brothers that we were not gonna go, he drove me to my house and told me we were gonna go out to eat some where. We walked inside and since no one was home, I took him up to my room with me.

"I'm gonna take a shower." I told him. He grinned at me, and I rolled my eyes. As I made my way to the bathroom in my room I pulled off my shirt and pants in front of him. He stared at me wordlessly and his jaw dropped when I took off my bra and underwear. I looked at him once more and winked before walking into the bathroom to take my shower.

Hey guys :D this chapter was pretty fun to write despite the sad parts. The "Date" is gonna be on the next chapter. I'm about to start the second chapter to my other story, That summer. So that will be up soon, and also you can read my story on Wattpad. Its called, The pshycotic ones by: Books_are_better. So yea thanks for reading 3