-Katniss POV -
I get everyone is trying to help me remember who I was..who I still am in some ways. It's hard to let them into my world, my mixed up crazy world and yet they're trying even harder the more I push them away, especially Peeta.
The sun is shining in from the window and a slight breeze is flowing in because Peeta must have gotten up and opened it last night. He never could sleep in a room without the window open even if it was just a crack it still helped him sleep.
As much as I hated to admit it,Peeta was my open window. Just as he needed that open window I needed him to know I was safe. The capitol took that away Snow took that away from me they all took my whole world when I was there.
It still haunts me so I get out of bed careful not to wake Peeta, I grab a piece of paper and some of Peeta's paint.. red paint.
"Pain. Hurt. Confusion." I wrote on the paper with a old brush and when I saw those words I couldn't help but let it all out so I promised myself that Snow would pay for what he's done to me to all of us. I grab a few more pieces of paper and begin to write my letter I would later convince myself I would have the guts to actually send to the capitol.
If you think you can get away with what you did to us not only to Peeta and I but to all of the victims of the Hunger Games you must be joking. Don't kid yourself Snow, this is not over and I promise you that the truth will find you, the truth behind the games behind everything even behind why you wear those sickening white roses.
It's a rough draft at best but at least it's something I've done to release some anger for that monster. By the time I'm finished Peeta is awake
"Did you sleep okay?
" Yeah, fine.. thanks for asking"
"You know usually the other person returns the whole how did you sleep question"
I take a moment to decide if I'm going to actually be mad at him for that remark.
" Yes Peeta so how did the wittle baby sweep"
trying my best to mock his humor with that sentence, instead I'm met with those blue eyes. Those perfect blue eyes.
"You're Peeta you're the baker's son you like painting, you have beautiful blue eyes, your favorite color is orange not like effie's hair... more like the sunset."
"Katniss you okay?"
"Who? yeah okay."
Little did Peeta know at this very moment I was having a relapse I was forgetting who I was where I came from and why I was even here.
" You sure you're okay Katniss?"
"Who's Katniss Peeta?"
Okay small chapter just so you get a little update on this story :)