We protect each other, That's just something you and I do

Chapter 3

Peeta's POV
When I open my eyes the sun is appearing in the horizon. I must have fallen asleep.
I look at the view from the window, I can see a meadow far away. The train must be arriving to District 12.
Suddenly it hits me that nobody knows that I'm coming back to 12. Plus I heard it's been destroyed, I dont even know if I'll be able to find my way around to Victor's Village. I decide to use the phone booth in the train to call Haymitch.
I stand up and go to the phone. I dont know Haymitch's number but I think I have some notes in my pockets with it, from when I phoned him in the Capitol. There must be something wrong with me because I cant remember a lot of stuff like adresses, phone numbers, shores. That's why I always carry my notes around.
I deal the number and wait for someone to answer. After a few rings Haymitch answers
"Hellooo???" He sounds pretty drunk, nothing unusual.
"Hi, it's Peeta." I say.
"Peetaaaaa."
"Yeh, I just wanted to let you know that I'm coming back to 12.Like right now."
"You are?" He seems pretty impressed. Maybe nobody was really expecting me to leave the mental Hospital.
"I'll be right there" he says. Then the line goes dead.
I sight and go back to my seat.
After a while the train is stopping. Looks like I'm back to 12.
I pick up my stuff and get off the train. Finally.
Haymitch said He'd be here. I wonder if he was too drunk to actual understand anything I said, or he said.
I look around but I cant find him. Maybe he didn't come.
I feel a tap on my shoulder and jump back. Since the rebellion I've been kind of easilly scared. Too much defensive, I'd say.
The I hear chukling. I turn around to find Haymitch smiling at me.
"Peeta, you're back" he says excitedly. Then he hugs me and I hug back. A manly hug, to be more clear.
"How have you been?" He asks.
I shrug "As good as I can be. How about you?" I ask.
"Good. Good. Been better though." he answers.
"We all have." I say.
"Come. Lets go."
I trail behind him staring at the ground.
When I look up I wish I hadn't done that. The only thing I see is ashes.
I can feel my eyes tearing up at the sight of what used to be my home. It's irrecognizable. Just like me, I guess. I could easily compare myself to the district. The once happy, crowded streets were destroyed. Turned to dust. Nobody who saw then before could ever recognize this. Anything at all. And I am those streets. So is Haymitch, and Katniss and all the other Victors.
I fugir my way throuthg the tears. I cannot cry. I'm already weak enough.
I feel an arm around my shoulder and look up to see Haymitch.
"I'm sure it'll get better." he says. I smile at him emotionlessly. He was never the one to be positive but I guess right now there isn't much of a choice.
The rest of the way it is silent until I speaks up
"How has been Katniss?" I ask.
"Not good, actually. she has been so depressed. She never leaves the house nor ears. I'm really worried about her."
"Oh" is all I say.
I really want to see her but I really dont know. I'm scared I hurt. But I still love her.
Right now I decide to promise myself to try to help her as much as I can.
I decide to go visit her tomorrow.