Life goes on

Chapter 14

Peeta is too busy comforting me that he must not have heard the door open downstairs. But I did, and I'm trying really hard to tell if someone got inside or if it's all in my head.

I listen more and hear footsteps walking around downstairs. Did one of the reporters get in? They couldn't do that, they'd be arrested. Unless there was a new law made to punish us by letting anyone come in.

However I don't think that's true. There's only one person walking around downstairs and if a law were made everyone would be inside.

Peeta starts to talk a little bit louder when he realizes I'm not listening.

"Sh!" I harshly whisper to him.

"What? Why? What's going on?" Peeta asks a bit too loud. I realize it at the same time the person downstairs does because they stop walking for a minute then come sprinting up the stairs.

Peeta hears the noise too and is now slowly standing up to go to the door. But the intruder is too close and he will catch Peeta by surprise. I grab the closet thing to me, which happens to be a plate, and whip it at the door aiming for the person rapidly approaching.

The plate nearly takes Haymitch's head off.

"Well sweetheart, I see we're handling ourselves just nicely for the camera crew outside." Haymitch says as he examines the broken plate.

"Did you chase off all the reporters?" Asks Peeta.

"Yup," Haymitch says with triumph. "Chased them away with a rake until the District 12 officials came." He looks me straight in the eye and says "You're welcome."

I don't say anything as he walks out, embarrassed by my behavior. Haymitch is right, I couldn't handle myself with only a few reporters in our yard. What will happen when Peeta's not here? I refuse to think about the topic anymore instead I walk up to Peeta and give him a hug.

Peeta doesn't say anything. I don't know if he liked it or not but I needed it.

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I'm at the District 12 hospital screaming my head off.

"PLEASE PEETA! PLEASE!" I'm being dragged away by two large guards as I shout and bawl my eyes out at the same time.

"KILL HER! YOU HAVE TO KILL HER!" Peeta screams back at me from the hospital bed he's strapped down on.

I see a doctor closing in on Peeta with a large needle. That could kill him I think. They're trying to take him away from me.

"NO!" I yell as I wiggle my way out of the guards and rush towards the open doors of Peeta's room. The doctor is just about to jam the needle into Peeta when I shove him away, taking both of us down in the process.

Peeta's bed is a rollaway which isn't tied down to the floor and somehow I flipped his bed over on it's side. He's still in his restraints and his face is only a few inches away from mine.

While he is screaming at me I see in his eyes the unmistakable look of pure hatred.