The 71st Hunger Games - A Love Story COMPLETED

Chapter 32

For my 18th birthday, I just celebrated being an adult. No chance of Hunger Games, not even for something like the Quarter Quell, especially since I was dead to them. Han got me cupcakes from the kitchen because it was my birthday. She was getting better at wheeling herself around.

They. Were. Delicious. I missed the taste of chocolate. 

I took the day off work and fucked with Han. She was getting stronger. I mean, her sickness was going away. She was growing hair, just a dew strands of dark thick hair, but hair. She could almost walk in her physical therapy sessions. Not quite, but she was almost there. I couldn't wait. 

She is getting better.

But I'm not.

I'm losing sleep and throwing up. 

My breasts are sore.

My body aches.

I'm so tired all the time and I just want sleep. I try to sleep for at least eight hours a night, but I never could get to sleep. The most I could ever get was two hours. I mostly tossed and turned, begging to just get to sleep. 

This is either the worlds worst cold, or karma. but what had I done to get whatever's up there mad. I suffered for two weeks. My work suffered.

"Hi guys, you can paint whatever you want today!"

Every time. If a kid came up to me, I just gave the shortest answer. I could barely make it. And Han suffered, too. I was grumpy all the time, and she got the brunt of it. 

"Ugh, can you stop BREATHING SO LOUD!"

She knew I was tired, and dying from the karma. She tried to be patient with me, but some times, she was tired too. The drugs made her that way. She just stayed quiet, and some times, asked me to leave. I would come back, hours later, crying apologizing. She would always forgive me. 

When I visited my Mom, it was hard to stay patient. She would nag me about how much time I spent with Han, or that I didn't like boys. I would often lash out at her. She would often also get mad back. It was my life, I was an adult, I could make my own choices, I was responsible. 

I finally realized what was wrong when I missed my period. I hated it, but it told me I wasn't pregnant and it was my excuse. But now I didn't have an excuse, and more importantly, I could be pregnant. I never had sex with a dude. Except stupid fucking Jason. Now everyone would know, and more importantly, I would give birth to an actual child. My child.

Don't get ahead of yourself, Aven. You haven't even taken the test. You might have just missed your period randomly, yet you're still getting the symptoms. It'll be over by the end of the week.

But it's been two weeks already. It couldn't be. No.

It was my first time with a guy. Karma hates me. 

I got a test from the Pharmacy, which was meant for doctors, but I got Katniss' sister to get it for me. She was a nurse in training, she was a healer before coming here. 

She delivered it to me, when I was at school. She gave it to me, smiled, didn't ask questions, and left.

"Wait!"

"Hmm?" She turned to me, confused.

"Do me a favour, please. I want to tell her myself if it's positive."

She nodded.

"Promise?"

She crossed her pinkie with mine, then left. The second she left, I announced to the class, "I'm going to be gone for five minutes, could you guys just be responsible for yourselves?"

They all yelled some version of yes, then I left. 

I went to the bathroom, taking the test with me. I walked calmly on the outside, but panicking on the inside. I began to hyperventilate as I got in the stall. I tried to keep quiet, and read the instructions. 

I peed on the stick, missing half the time. I closed the cap, even though it was dripping. My leg shook, and I stared at the stick for the anxious three minutes. It didn't take long for two lines to appear.

I was pregnant.