A/N So just the first chapter got over 100 views! Yay! Anyway I have a general idea on where I'm going with this story but I don't know how many chapters is going to be. Probably not over 50. Now enough of all of this hoopla. Onto the story!
BTW! If any of y'all saw some story called like "I Hate It All" or something and it was about the book 1984, IT WAS NOT ME! My little sister said she did something because I was being mean to her and then refused to tell me what it was. This morning when I checked my e-mail I saw the chapter e-mails for it so that's how I found out. IT WAS NOT ME! Thank you!
Peetas' presence over these next few weeks confuses me, as well as angers me. He does nothing more than bring me bread, force me to eat, then kiss my cheek and leave. Greasy Sae and Alinas' visits begin to dwindle as well. She probably realized that with Peeta I'm in good enough hands.
One day though, as I'm sitting in my rocking chair while staring at the dust motes that dance through the air, I notice that Peeta hasn't arrived at his usual time of twelve-thirty. I don't think anything of it, but when over an hour passes, I get a little concerned. I do my weekly excerise and stand up from the wooden chair to go outside for the first time in months.
I'm still in the clothes I wore when I first returned from the Capitol to Twelve -a plain white shirt and pant that used to fit, but now hangs like a sack- but I pay no mind to them. Slipping on my hunting boots I open the creaky front door and step out onto my porch. The bright sun burns my skin and eyes, but the chilly air defends it nicely.
"Well look who's out and about." a gruff voice remarks. "It sure did take you long enough. In case you didn't know sweetheart, the rest of us have moved on." Haymitch takes a swig from his whiskey bottle. "More or less,"
"Why are you on Peeta's front porch?" the question comes out strangled and torn.
"The boy has had a pretty bad day. Nearly woke the entire District with his awful screams." without being invited, I step up to Peeta's porch, standing in front of Haymitch.
"What screams?"
"You didn't hear him?" Haymitch asks, appalled. "Poor guy woke up from some nightmare scared as hell. Took me almost two hours and a full bottle of Jack to calm him down enough to at least try and sleep again."
"I didn't hear him." I remark. Haymitch chuckles.
"Of course you didn't." his eyes roll. "You've been trapped in your own little world for months. Doesn't surprise me that you have a nest of robins growing in your hair." his comment makes my constant scowl grow deeper into my face.
"Shut up." I growl, then march through Peeta's front door.
"Wow, what are you doing?" Haymitch questions, grabbing my frail wrist.
"I'm checking on Peeta." I reply simply and continue my journey. His house is almost identical to mine, but has such a...Peeta feel to it. The smell of wet paint and fresh bread lingers in nearly every crevice of the home. Paintings line his stairway. Some of landscapes and sunsets, others are harder to distinguish and one of me the night of our very first interviews. It must be from whatever angle he was looking at me from. I tear my eyes away after only a second.
I never had any reason to up to the upper level of this house during our one year living in the Victors Village, so I don't quite know which room is Peeta's. Eventually I decide to just follow the scent of whatever bread he was baking either last night or this morning. It leads me to the same room thats mine in my house. I don't bother to knock, only walk in.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Peeta asks immediately, his head turning up from his pillow. A breeze blows through the room making me shiver slightly.
"I just came to check on you." I reply defensively while crossing my arms. "Why is it so cold in here?" then do I notice the three windows in his room are open,
"Remember I used to do that on the train. Well as much as I could while moving two-thousand miles per hour." he chuckles. "Anyway how'd you get it? I thought Haymitch said that he was going to make sure nobody came in."
"When have I ever truly listened to what Haymitch told me to do?" I respond with a very small smirk.
"Point taken." he grins. I move to sit on the edge of the bed.
"So are you really okay?" I now ask seriously.
"Yes Katniss, I really am." Peeta sits up against the headboard. "I'm mostly totally fine."
"'Mostly totally fine'? What does that mean?"
"Well you know there's always the eternal images of you turning into a rabid dog and trying to kill me imprinted in my mind." he smiles.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I exclaim. For a moment his grin falls and he looks offended. "Why are you laughing about this? It's not funny."
"In my opinion, I'd rather laugh than cry about it." he answers simply. His response angers me somehow, but instead of being rational and just forgetting about it...I storm out of the house. As I depart Peeta's porch I think I hear Haymitch say "Woah where's the fire sweetheart?" but I'm not sure. Either way I cast him the middle finger.
Once back in the safety of my empty home I decide to step out of the hospital issued clothes and step into a pair of still too big sweatpants and a t-shirt and try to comb out my snarled hair.
A/N Not as exciting as some of y'all might want but hey, it's chapter 2. If you have ANY ideas please tell me because I wouldn't mind some inspiration! Thank you sosososososo much for reading! Ily and DFTBA!
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