MOVING ON

Chapter 13- A big, big, big day!

   NOTE 1: This is really short, sorry.

NOTE 2: I love the last sentence so much!

NOTE 3: It's just rated PG 'cause it's just a wedding.

NOTE 4: I thank those of you who have made it this far in my "book".

NOTE 5: Please leave your feedback and comments below! I want to know exactly what you're thinking and I want to know what you think I should write next! I think I am going to write some Hunger Games short stories, so if you want to drop some names of characters you want to see stories about or any sort of request, feel free to drop a few hints or names below!

NOTE 6: Enjoy as you read "Moving On- Chapter 13- THE BIG, BIG, BIG DAY!"! :-3

NOTE 7: This chapter was edited a single day after it was posted. It was to originally be two separates chapters. However, chapter fourteen had the same exact Idea as chapter thirteen, so it was changed. The name has also been changed from its original title "Comfort" to "The big, big, big day!"                                                                                                                                                                                   NOTE 8: 'Moving On' from chapter nine onwards was originally posted on Quotev and then moved to Wattpad for further exposure. So now, Wattpad readers may enjoy! :)

   I am running. My legs have gone numb, my dress is torn, my makeup is dripping. But I just keep running, I reach the edge of the forest of District 12 and I just barrel through the fence. I don't stop. I don't look back. I only come to my senses when I feel his arms around me.

     "It's OK," his voice whispers, "No one will hurt you, Katniss, you're safe, you just had a nightmare," Peeta's voice is soothing, and as I slowly crawl out of my dream world I realize that I am in my old bed in the training center that we used last night, the night before the wedding. I shake in my skin and cry into Peeta's shoulder.

     "What if it doesn't work out, Peeta? What if things don't go the way we plan? What if they try to hurt us? What if we-" I begin to sob louder. Peeta just rubs my back and makes quiet shushing noises into my ear. As my sobs wear out, Peeta rubs my temples. He lifts my chin and looks into my eyes.

     "All better?" He asks, stroking my forehead. I nod my head and lean against him. After a while I drift off to sleep. It's hours later when I am waking up again and the sun is peeking through the blinds on the windows.

     "Peeta? Peeta, wake up," I intone. When I don't get an answer, I call out again, "Peeta?" When no answer ensues, I turn over and find that he is missing, a pile of his discarded pajamas lay in his place. Just then, Octavia, Venia, Effie, and Plutarch burst into my room.

     "It's going to be a big, big, big day!" Effie exclaims, clapping her hands together. She is sporting a pastel-colored outfit in honor of our color scheme, as I assume most of the Capitol guests will. Before I can object to anything, I am dragged out of bed and pushed into the shower. The alternating jets of hot and cold squirting out at me and a foam that smells like apples squirting at my hair. When I'm done, Octavia and Venia drag me out, towel me off, and go to work fixing what has come to ruins since last week's photo shoot. They clip my nails, they brush out my hair, they bring me back to Beauty Base Zero just as they did in Thirteen. Then they put my hair up like last week, curled, in a bun, with strategic curls hanging out. My makeup is done the same as well, bright red lip, smoky eye, and soft, raspberry-pink lips. I close my eyes as they slip the dress over my head. I step into the three-inch white heels with the bow and feel myself shaking when I finally let go of Octavia's hand after she helps me into my shoes.