Chapter 2
I awake the next morning with the sun gently shining in on our room. The mockingjays sing right outside our window in beautiful tones that bring me to a happier thought than Prim’s death. I hold on tight to my tears as I try to make sure they don’t fall from my eyes knowing that Prim would have wanted me to stay strong. I don’t want to move from this bed, I don’t want to continue on with my life as there is no hope yet only darkness which covers my head and leaves a piece inside of me empty, unsure and unaware of the world around me. I feel the cloud lower in on me knowing that it is trying to force the tears from me, strangle me until they fall out uncontrollably. But I am stronger this, I always will be and I know that no matter what happens in life I will become stronger from the pain. It’s that very pain that sits inside of me screaming until it finds a way out. My hands clutch the blanket on the bed and I try to think of the things in life I should look forward to, the things in life that will keep me going.
I make a list:
Peeta
I think harder yet nothing else comes to me, everything else that comes to me hurts from memories and what became of them.
Hunting. No.
Growing up. No.
Moving on. I just can’t.
Then a rush of names goes through my head; everyone with a reason.
My father.
Prim.
Rue.
Cato.
Thresh.
Marvel.
Glimmer.
Clove.
Finnick.
Mags.
Then the strongest name goes through my mind, the one person who knows who I am and exactly how I feel.
My mother.
I picture her as I make my way from the bed, the bed which Peeta still remains, his eyes opening, only waiting for me to awake.
I stand, still as a statue taking in every moment, every second of my life as yet I find a blank page. The future, the life I would soon begin, the life I am living. I feel Peeta’s eyes on my back, but I know he understands because for the next hour, I stand, in the same place as memory after memory hits my mind. Sometimes I find myself lost, lost in the thoughts but eventually I find my way back.
I drift over to Peeta’s side, and instantly he wraps his arms around me, keeping me safe from any harm that comes and I feel his lips against my head sending warmth through my body. A thought; a need then pushes all the thoughts through my mind. It’s a demand; a request that I know will pull me back together, heal the broken piece and put them back in their place. My voice is small and quiet but instantly the mockingjays sing again just as the words flutter from my mouth. “Peeta, I need to go home.”
