Hi,guys! :D So,I originally wrote this as a three part HC but I'm just going to upload it all at the same time.(: I apologize ahead of time for the lack of proper spacing,but it's late-ish and I wanted to go ahead and upload it before I forgot like I so often do. There is a good chance I will go back and fix it later,but for now this is what I'll give ya. :) I love any feedback/constructive criticism you have,so please comment and vote! :D Hope you enjoy(:
Evelyn Prim Mellark! I scold myself. What were you thinking?! I had just yelled at my father and mother for making me and Ryan take care of them. I know they can't help it when they have their little episodes,but sometimes I can't take it anymore and lash out at them. Today was one of those days. I wish I could go and apologize but I'm too ashamed after the things said in the argument that followed my first remark. It was mainly between me and my mother. My father tends to stay out of arguments,but my mother can never let anything go. She doesn't understand like Father does. She doesn't really work well with people or get their emotions. She doesn't realize that even though her life was terrible before,that she can move on from that. That she doesn't have to live in the past. I'm sure it is much easier said than done,but if Father can do it,so can she. I swear,Haymitch might have even been better with people than she is. That's saying something. Haymitch died in the winter of last year,but I still think about him a lot. He wasn't drunk all the time like he apparently used to be,but the years of self abuse had already paid it's toll on his body and cut his life short.. It was awful when he died,but none of us can say that we weren't really expecting it. Still,it effected Mother and Father very much. I know all about their past now,they told me last year when I was fifteen,so I can only guess it was because he helped them so much. They don't like to talk about anything that has happened before about 17 years ago when my brother was born,and I don't dare ask,so I'm stuck guessing with why they feel what they feel and why what affects them affects them most of the time.
I have been sitting on my bed for who knows how long debating about going to my parents when someone knocks on my bedroom door. “Come in.” I say. The door opens slowly and my Father walks in. Great. He walks over to my bed and sits down on the edge. “Sorry about earlier.” I mumble. “You know I get like that sometimes...” “It's fine. You have a right to get angry sometimes. I know it isn't fair to you and your brother,but we try our hardest to get better. I'll try to talk to your mother and get her to be more reasonable.” I nod my head,waiting for him to leave,but he stays right where he is and continues. “She was never a reasonable person,though. Katniss has always been a person of extremes. Never an in between with her.” He smiles as if remembering a good memory. I don't see what could be good about their past,though. “One time,she drugged me as she went off to get me stupid medicine in the Games. It wasn't funny at the time but now,looking back on it,it always makes me laugh. More at her stupidity than anything else.” He says as he laughs. Father has always been more willing to talk about his past than Mother,but I still haven't heard him talk to freely about it before.
I was about to reply when my mother comes upstairs and interrupts. “Peeta? Do you think you could make some cheese buns? Now? Supper is almost ready and me and Ryan would like some.” She says,completely ignoring my existence. “Sure,Katniss. I'll be down there in just a second.” My father replies. “Thanks.” She says. She turns around to leave without even giving me a glance. Once she's gone,my father lets out a little sigh. “Your mother and her cheese buns.. What is she going to do if we ever run out of cheese?” He says. “I think she'd die. Those things are like her lifeline.” I tell him. “You're probably right.” He says as he rises from my bed. “It's a good thing we aren't out,then.” He gives me a reassuring smile and walks out of my room.
I glance over at the phone that I have hanging in my room and I think about calling Nicholas,Delly and Kale Sutton's son. We both like each other,but we have just decided to stay friends for right now. We both know that liking people like that can come and go,so we don't want to mess up our friendship. Maybe one day we'll start dating,but probably not any time soon.
