Chap 22

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.

Katniss's POV:

The picture message pinged into my phone.

I saw the picture.

I read the text.

I didn't care.

Why? Why didn't I care? Because I didn't know who Cato was. I know he's an asshole who thinks he's all that. He caught me when I was desperate. Why do we fall in love so easily? Even when its not right? I don't understand how love works. I don't know if it even exists in my world. Cato called.

Decline.

Again.

Decline.

He finally texted.

what's wrong?

Everything.

Everything was wrong.

And Cato couldn't make it better.

And that's when I realized.

A certain someone still loves me.

A certain someone's heart will always belong to me.

A certain someone will never meet anyone but me.

A certain someone understands.

A certain someone will always be here to comfort me.

A certain someone doesn't want me to forget that there is a guy named Peeta.

I've messed up so many times. Why? That's the word, again and again, pinging into my head.

WHY?

"Love" Number One:

Gale. He was terrible.

"Love" Number Two:

Don't know.

I know I hate Cato now. Gale is totally out of the picture. The only one left is Peeta, the one I really love, the one I really want. But do I NEED him?

Do I need him so much that I won't survive the year?

Won't survive the next ten years?

I have the answer...

I can't survive without Peeta for a day.

Peeta's POV:

I sat in the living room. I stared blankly at the carpet. I noticed the soft pitter-patter of the rain splashing on the roof. I wanted to erase my mind. Calm down. So I grabbed the umbrella and headed I walked around the block, I walked by houses and cafe's. I came across the old movie theater. It wasn't open. I stopped. I remembered when I was standing in that very spot, where Katniss was cold and waiting in the rain a couple feet away. I looked at the spot where she stood once. I could see her there, her dark hair slicked down on her head. She didn't look well, she looked really cold and pale, almost blue. I was about to reach out to her when I figured she wasn't there.

I turned to keep on walking.

But I heard a faint sound.

"...Peeta..."

I turned around again. Katniss was really there. I sprinted up to her and touched her face immediately. Her skin was icy.

"Katniss, you're freezing!"

"I am."

"What! You're blue!" I kept thumb rubbing her face to see if the color would come back.

"I'm blue? That's kinda cool. Like from the movie Avatar. That was a pretty good movie," she giggled drunkenly.

Something was terribly wrong.

"Why are you here?" I yelled at her.

"I...I want...I wanted..."

Her sad smile quivered as a tear rolled down her cheek.

"I wanted to see if you'd come for me. You..."

"You did."

I hugged her, trying to get her warm. She was wearing short sleeves.

"I told you," I said into her hair, "I'd always be there for you."