Mystery Voice

by BreadBoy

This story is not connected to Fire Daisies or Panem High.

The songs in this story are not really sung or written by Katniss, but just let it go. She writes them in this story.

Peeta's POV

Katniss eventually stopped pounding weak little fists into me and collapsed onto my lap. I ran my fingers through her hair and kept on shushing her until the heaving stopped.

"I love you, Peeta," Katniss said quietly. "I can't lose you."

"I love you too, Katniss."

Katniss looked up to me with her doe-like chocolate eyes.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" I asked unsurely.

Katniss rested her head in the crook of my neck and whispered something into my skin, something I didn't hear.

"Say that again?" I prodded gently.

"I said, why would you say something like that?"

I stiffened underneath her touch as my heart sank to the pit of my stomach. Katniss' expression turned worried when she saw mine.

"No, Peeta, I didn't mean it like-"

"I know exactly what you meant, Katniss. And I thought I was in love with you." The anger rose up, and I stomped out of my room, grabbing my shirt. I stopped when I heard Katniss crying behind me, but this time I just left.

Because she was a liar.

A player.

An actress.

I'm not going to be a piece in her little game anymore.

HGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHG

The next day, I awoke to see Finnick and Beetee standing over me with glum faces.

This wasn't good, because both of them were pretty strong.

"I heard you've been in a little scuffle with Gale Hawthorne yesterday." Beetee announced.

So that's what this was about.

"She used me. I was the little toy she got to play with. A piece in her game. I might've loved her once, but not anymore." I told them.

Finnick sat on my bed and rolled his neck.

"Well, if Katniss really just wanted to use you, would she be up all night crying and sobbing her eyes out?" Finnick asked.

"That's not true."

As on cue, Annie burst into the room.

"It is. I was up all night trying to get her to sleep, while Johanna called you a jerk in probably a thousand different ways."

"Lies." I replied.

"Listen here, boy," Finnick's face got deadly close to mine. "These walls are thin. I saw it myself. And Annie. Doesn't. Lie."

"Is she still crying?"

"She kind of believes that you don't love her anymore and there's nothing she can do to help it, so she's kind of in some mental trauma."

"Mental trauma?" Katniss was still someone I cared about, a horrible person or not.

"Yeah. She sits there on her bed, lying on the same exact spot everytime, looking at the pictures of you and her, and she doesn't talk. She barely eats. Her muscles are starting to leave." Annie reported.

"I'm not going to see her." I said flatly.

"Gale heard, Peeta. He's out to get you for that black eye and now he's out for you because you hurt Katniss. He's pretty damn protective of her, you know." Beetee sighed.

"She never loved me. She's probably sad about something else. Maybe Prim died or something."

"Peeta," Annie pleaded. "You misunderstood her! Face it! Just talk to her. She'll explain. Please?"

"Yeah. Please?" Finnick batted his eyelashes and Beetee rolled his eyes.

I just left the room to get this over with.

It's not like I love her now.

Katniss' POV

Someone knocked on the door. I thought it might be Annie, but these knocks were harder. Stronger.

Knocks of baker's hands.

I didn't want to open the door. He doesn't love me anymore. I'm not even half of what I used to be. I'm tired. I have bags under my eyes. My eyes are pink from my lack of sleep. My figure cut from not eating much.

With hesitation, I opened the door.

Peeta.

Standing there, perfect like he is. My eyes grew wide and my mouth automatically twitched into a smile. "Peeta."

Peeta didn't smile.

Of course.

He doesn't love me anymore.

I should've saw this coming. He never deserved, ugly, old me. He deserved some pretty young woman with more curves than muscle and more sure of her feelings.

Not unsteady, unstable me.

"Annie and Finnick told me I should come here. Is there anything you want to say?" he kept a straight face and didn't exactly look at my eyes when he said this.

I just collapsed in a heap on the floor and started to cry once again.

In between sobs, I said, "Go away, Peeta. You never deserved me. You're seeing me as who I really am; an unstable ugly wreck. Go get someone who will make you happy. Not that you love me anymore." I hobbled over to the couch and choked my sobs down, forgetting to close the door, and that was a really bad idea, because Peeta came inside and sat next to me.

"This isn't right. You're not supposed to love me. I'm not supposed to cry. You're not supposed to talk to me anymore. I'm not supposed to let you in here." But automatically, I was hungry for the comfort of Peeta's reassuring arms.

Not that he'd offer them to me.

But he did.

He held his arms out wide and open, welcoming me to his body, and I was never so happy to be offered a hug. I clutched his neck like he'd die if I let go, one hand flying up to his hair, massaging his scalp, messing it up.

After all, this might be the last time to do this.

Wow. I'm really bad at 'scheduling' things. I'm sorry this isn't the singing chapter.

I don't even know if I'll ever get to that!

ARRRGHHH!

this is so hard!

-BreadBoy