Everlark • the perfect ever after

Chapter 6 PEETA

Katniss? Katniss? I repeat. Katniss, were are you? It's pitch black. I can't see a thing. I am standing, almost floating in darkness. After a few minutes, I feel something slightly touch my shoulder. Skin. I start to feel afraid. I crouch down, with my knees pressed to my chest. Finally after many long seconds, I feel another touch, this time near the back for my neck. I shiver.

Now, as my eye site is adjusts' to the darkness, I can make out an outline, far away, of what seems to be a human. I stand and puff my chest out trying to look brave.

Before my first hunger games I would have never made an action as instinctively as this. Before my near death experience in my first games, this kind of gesture would be unthinkable. Before, when I was still working in the family backry, I was a wimp that did not like to talk or even make eye contact with a person that I did not know. I guess I overcame that fear when I had to talk to Cesar Flikerman on live television.

I return my thoughts to the barely noticeable figure in the darkness. Assuming this is a human, I try to make out some features on the face. I see a nose, two eyes, and a long stick, I could say, attached to the head, of what seems to be hair. A braid. It must be Katniss.

Katniss! Katniss! I call out as I run to her. She advances towards me also a at a run. I open my arms as we get closer, only to have them hit very hard, probably leaving a bruise or two. What was that?! I scream. Now that we are face to face I look at her closely. Her face and arms are covered in cuts and lashes. She is bleeding very heavily. She looks at me with her blood shot eyes. Before I can say another word, she has her arms rapped around my throat pulling me down to the ground.

She is trying to kill me.

I wake screaming. I'm sweating very hard. Katniss will kill me if I see her. I can't see her, she will strangle me because she is a mutt, a dirty, horrible mutt. And I hate her.

I shake my head. What am I thinking? Katniss is not a mutt I am. Or I was. All my thoughts are jumbled. Is Katniss a traitor or not? Am I a mutt? I try to straiten my misplaced thoughts with a therapy I was told to practice when I feel unsure of something.

They told me to rid my mind of everything I know, or think I know, about the subject. In this context I rid my mind if everything I think I know about Katniss. Next, I start reintroducing thoughts that I know for certaine are true. For example, Katniss is a girl who presently lives in the same district as me. We live a few houses away from each other. We were both in our first hunger games together. We were pretending to be in love, but we weren't. After winning the hunger games, snow announced that the following game' tributes would be reaped from the existing victors. Me and Katniss were reaped again for the games. At that point our love was some what real. When I was separated from Katniss in the arena, I lost her. I was taken by president snow to the Capitol, when Katniss was taken to district 13 . This is were I'm stumped.

Was I kidnapped by president snow or taken in? Was Katniss kidnapped and taken to district 13 or was she welcomed? I give up and head downstairs. Today I'm going with Cedric to see the new bakery, he was the one who came to tell me it was opening after all.

I eat a good breakfast of eggs and bacon, before heading upstairs to change. I come downstairs all spiffed up in new closes I found in my dresser. I guess someone prepared my house before my arrival. I start outside to find Cedric. I look across the way to Katniss' house. Katniss' house. I get closer, not close enough to be seen, but close enough to see inside. I pere inside ever so slightly. I see Katniss sitting in the living room, alone. I resist the urge to tap on the window. I staire straight at the side of her face for many seconds before I feel a tap one my side. It's Cedric.

"Ready to go mr. Mellark?" He ask'. It takes me a few seconds to reply.

"Yep" I say when I look away form the window. We walk off towards town. The picture of Katniss still in mind.

I saw her for real. Not on a computer screen or on paper. I saw her. But I don't now what to feel. Happy or sad? Maybe even angry?

That is what has been eating me up for the past few months.

Uncertainty.