Catching Fire: You and Me

Chapter 23:

when i wake up all i see is black.

am i dead?

i'm fairly sure i died...

could i have survived?

and if i survived, that could only mean that everyone else is dead. 

Peeta......

i scream, running my fingers across each raised scar on my wrists.

if Peeta is gone, then i wish only to be gone with him. 

to join him wherever he may be. 

"Katniss." someone calls to me.

"dont call me that." i say- not bothering to find out who the voice belongs to. 

"whatever." the voice says taking a deep breath.

"whoever you are what do you want?" i hiss.

"we're right above Paris, you know." they say. 

"how? why?" 

"you thought you were dead didnt you." they say.

"yes. i was sure. i still think i might be dead. i'm not sure if you're real or not."

"trust me your alive. he made us confirm it 7 times."

"he? whos he?" i ask, dumbfounded.

"Peeta?"

"oh yeah...right."

"Are you feeling okay?"

"i dont know...." i mutter. "where's Peeta."

"down the hall."

"get him please." i say softly. "wait. what happened to my stomach, didnt i get stabbed?"

"no....your leg got stabbed.... but as for your stomach....you gave birth 4 days ago..."

"What do you mean?" i ask. "4 days?"

"you were rescued almost a week ago. you've been in a coma for 6 days now." they say standing up to leave. "by the way, this is Haymitch." he says and i hear the door close. 

i dont know how much time passes, but eventually someone comes in and i feel contact with the skin on the back of my hand.

"whose there? who are you?" i press staring at the celing.

"Its me. Peeta."

"Peeta... why cant i see you?" i ask, saddened.

"because your eyes are closed..." he says gently. "open them."

"i thought they were open..." i say 

i open them and turn slightly, seeing the golden ash color of Peeta's hair. 

i smile and he puts his hand on my cheek.

"we made it." he says. "we made it out."

"did we win again?" i ask, clulessly.

"not exactly. after you blacked out alot went on. the next day everyone was going crazy, setting off bombs, running around chucking weapons into the air. then Johanna blew up the force field. they set off fireworks as a distraction and the rebel crafts rescued us all. the final 6. we got away. now we're going to Paris. we'll be there in an hour." he explains.

i smile but then i hear a faint cry.

"what was that Peeta?" i ask.

"oh right. i want you to see something." he says reaching behind him.

when he turns around he holds something in his arms, gingerly.

"what is it?"

"they dont have names yet." he says smiling brigthly. "but they look alot like you. but somehow this one has brown hair even though we're both blonde." he laughs.

"maybe cause my hair was brown when we made them..." i joke, letting my eyelids flutter a little. 

he hands them to me and they sprawl out across my chest. 

"aren't they beautiful?" he says.

"yeah. they have your eyes." i say admiring the twinkle in them.

"Cat, we have the same eyes. their yours too." he laughs.

"yeah..i know." i cant help but smile a little.

"you look tired. you should get some rest." he says.

"no. i rested for 6 days, im fine." i protest, my eyelids getting heavy.

"are you sure?" he asks.

"stay with me?"

"always." he says laying next to me and closing his eyes. 

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"oh, you two aren't doing it again are you?" a groggy Haymitch whines, stepping into the room. 

"nope."Peeta says pushing a curl out of his eye. 

"well you both need to go get dressed. if you can imagine every camera flash you ever saw in Panem. its double out there right now. someone leaked to the press that you were here and they're all waiting to see you. and no offense but you both look like crap."

"well niether of us have had time to shower since we got out of the arena." Peeta counters.

"nows as good a time to as any, so get moving." Haymitch spits.

"how am i supposed to do this i cant even get up!" i complain.

"you better. or else."he warns.

i just rolls my eyes and begin the 5 minute journey of sitting up straight in my cot.

my normal prep team from the Capitol is gone and im greeted with a face i havent seen in almost 7 years. 

Lacy.

"Catilliana!" she shrieks. "Je ne t'ai pas vu depuis une éternité! comment allez-vous?"

"Je vais bien. Je suppose que votre jolie confondu par le manque de locuteurs français dans le coin?" i say laughing a little. 

"not so much. i learned english shortly after you disspeared!" she says hugging me tightly.

"so how many people are actually out there?" i ask.

"it might seem like a lot to the americans, but not even as many as there would be a corination or something. and its mostly paparazzi."she shruggs.

"so what like 2 million tops?" i say nonchalantly. 

because really for something like this its not much. 

"yep. but wait till you see your dress. i designed it a few years back and ive been perfecting it ever since!" she brings it out and i smirk.

"welcome home, Katniss." i mutter to myself. 

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meeting Peeta in the hallway he looks hopelessley confused, yet hot in his black suit. 

"What do we do?" he asks frantically.

"you sell the hell out of it." i state. "make them love you. the only difference is that here, they actually will."i wink and the hovercraft lands in the middle of the city. 

Here i am, bitches. 

its great to be back.

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