Burrying the Past

Chapter 12

Peeta's POV.

I sit infront of the Tv eating cereals, deep in thought.

"You know, I think you're needing glasses." Someone behind me says, making me jump. I whip my head around.

"What?" I ask flatly

Haymitch sighs "Have you even noticed that the Tv is off?" he asks.

I stop messing with the room and look at the Tv. Yes, it is off. I put down the remote and take the last spoon of cereals from the bowl.

"Ok." I mumble, standing up and heading to the kitchen, Haymitch following behind me. I think Haymitch feels guilty about leaving the other day when I received that letter from mh brother. I think he went to a bar and got drunk, but I'm not sure. He could've get drunk somewhere else so I'm not sure. What I know is that he only came back the next morning, dead dropp drunk.

I truthfully didn't mind. It gave me time to think, without having to pretend I'm fine with everything, which I'm not. Som now Haymitch is constantly following me everywhere, making sure I'm fine. And it is starting to annoy me. Very much.

"Haymitch, you don't need to follow me around everywhere." I say, settingthe now empty bowl in the sink.

"I just want to make sure you're okay." Haymitch says. I roll my eyes. That sentrence is starting to get old.

"For the millionth time, Haymitch, I'm completely fine." I snap.

Haymitch raises his hands in the feet "Okay, okay. Got it." he says scurrying out of the room.

I sight. Maybe I'm not completely fine, but I really don't want anyone to know that. It almost seems stupid to me that I still haven't gotten over everything that happened. It's been almost two months, for God's sake. I can't understand why I can't just ignore everything, pretend it never happened. As if it was just a bad dream. But I can't. I've tried, I've tried so hard to forget. But it seems like an impossible task. Every time I feel that Maybe there's hope for everything to finally be good, something has to appear, as a reminder that nothing is good. Like that stupid letter, for example. I wish I hadn't received it, that it had gotten lost in the mail. That I never had opened. But I did, and I guess there's nothing I can do about that now.

I go back to the living room. I have no idea what to do with myself now. I really need some sort of distraction, but nothing comes up to me. Before I came to live with Haymitch I used to play the piano, but the truth is that it wasn't something I really emjoyed. It certainly was not an hobby or anything. My dad taught me to play when I was small, before I could even read. After my dad left my mother grew bitter of the music, but at the same time wanted me to play it. She started giving me classes, since she, herself, knew how to play the piano, but she was very strict. Strict to the point I would be scared of doing something wrong. Everything had to be perfect, or else I would get yet another bruise. I even a broken finger, from time to time.

The last time I even looked at a piano was the night before the incident that brought me to where I am now.

My trail of thoughts is stopped by a knock on the door. I head to the door and open it. Who I see at the door makes me freeze.

Blond hair. Dark brown eyes. His hands stuffed in his pockets, staring at the ground. Ted is at my door.

"Peeta" he exhales. I can't even tell what he is thinking, as he speaks neutrally.

Before I even understand what's going on, I slam the door in his face and turn around. I look through the window. He is still there. Hands in his pockets.