Chapter 16

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I kick my boots off, throw the jacket off me and collapse on the couch, looking at the letter in my hands. Is it from Peeta? "Who else would it be from?" I ask myself. A part of me eagerly wants to open it and read the text inside, but a part of me is too scared to do so. What if he says he has left, or that he doesn't actually like me, or that he hates himself too much to leave his house ever again. It's like the piece of paper is burning my hands, so much I want to know what's inside, but the idea of getting to know, is terrifying. But after all, my curiosity wins and I open it. I take a deep breath and begin to read:

"Katniss where the hell did you go?! I came to check on you, but you weren't here. How on earth could you leave the house in that shape?! Seriously Sweetheart, I'll give you one last chance to stay inside before I'll come and tie you into you're bed and after that you'll be not able to move anywhere."

There is no signature, but I don't need one to tell that this is not from the Baker boy, but from Haymitch. He has written it clearly pissed off and in a hurry. The messy handwriting says it all.

I am so disappointed. I was hoping to hear something from Peeta and it kills me that I didn't. But on the other hand why would he write me? Why would I have thought Peeta would have sent me a letter. Maybe Haymitch hasn't even brought my letter to him yet. Who knows.

I scrunch Haymitch's letter and throw it so far I can, but as it is just a light paper ball, it doesn't go far and lands just near my coffee table in the living room. I cross my arms over my chest and sit on the sofa, on the exact same spot, I sat for months before I felt the little hope, the little spark that brought me back to life. Now the spark that was burning so bright just a few days ago, has faded and almost died.

It's just around midday when I hear a knock on the door and I feel a pinch of hope. Maybe it's Peeta. But when I hear the door open and Haymitch's voice calling out for me I feel like hiding. I really am not in the mood to be chewed out. But I don't get myself moving, it seems like too much effort to even try and rise from the couch. Haymitch walks in with a cat coming in behind him. Haymitch looks at me like he would've just seen an alien.

"How the hell did he get here?" he asks looking down at Buttercup. I just stare at both of them, but buttercup soon walks out of here, into the kitchen probably.

"Katniss, why on earth would you leave the house? Do you even think of the consequences at all?" I answer nothing, just stare. "Don't you care about your life at all?" He studies my face and as hard as I try not to give away anything, he still catches something, because he seems then very worried and comes and sits next to me. "Katniss", he starts, but the silence seems to grow longer and longer and I don't think he knows how to continue. "Let's just get you to bed, okay?"

I don't move and he gets irritated. "Katniss! I'll be nagging you until you are, and promise to stay, in your bed. I glare at him, so annoyed. "Yeah, yeah, I know you hate me right now, but you'll be getting rid of me as soon as you just do what I ask."

I finally agree to rise and let him walk me to bed, hating the fact that I have to surrender to his command.

When we get to my room and I climb into my bed, holding my head that's aching, probably from the crush to the floor, but I think my eating has something to do with it too. Also Haymitch sees the still so full tray of food - only the piece of pie he ate earlier missing - and looks my bony body.

"Have you eaten anything?" He looks truly concerned. My silence is enough of an answer for him. "Sweetheart, what am I gonna do with you? I'm not gonna let you go yet, you know, better times are coming. I want you to see them", he says and playfully punches me on the shoulder.

He is still keeping an eye on me, and on Peeta too. Just like he did in the games and during the war. He is still being a mentor for us, still making sure we stay alive.

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