Just End It | An After Mockingjay Short Story

Chapter 1

What do you do if your one and only lover has one wish? Just one wish. It may sound simple, but what if you can never make their request come true? That doesn't sound as simple, does it now?

Katniss Everdeen has survived her worst nightmares. The Hunger Games, the rebellion and the deaths of her loved ones. But when Peeta proposes to her, she is more surprised than when her sister was chosen for the games. After their marriage, Katniss and Peeta become even closer. However, the confusion starts again when Peeta asks Katniss for one thing. He tells her his one wish. To do something she promised herself to never do. They are just too broken. They can't.

Will Katniss trust the love of her life, or does she still have to fear the broken Peeta? The boy with the bread who has broken wishes.

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Katniss' P.O.V.

Screams. Thats all that I heard.

I am in the meadow, walking blankly through the graveyard. I don't know why I am there. I am just walking. After plodding through the vast area for what seems like hours, I come to a gravestone. It is the only grave that is labeled with the name of the lost soul. From the thousands of people that died because of me. However, when my eyes meet the name on the corroding piece of stone, my knees suddenly weaken. I roll onto the ground at the name of my sister. Primrose Everdeen. Beloved daughter and sister.

A hand shoots up. The dirt seems to flow away as she makes her way out of her symbolised grave. Prim glares me with her ice cold eyes, not the loving eyes I remember her with. Her bony mouth drops open at the sight of me sitting there. Then, a pitchy loud noise fills the whole meadow. My sister screams into my ear with all her might. I try telling her to stop. I tell her that I am sorry. I didn't mean to result in her death. I never did. But she doesn't stop and her rotting body inches further towards me as I try to move away.

Soon the screaming gets louder. Madge joins Prim. So does Peeta's family. Hundreds of the dead from district 12. Boggs. Finnick. Rue. Cato and the careers. It seemed like every person that died because of me is making their way towards me. Even President Snow. My left ear starts to bleed, weak from the injury from my first games. Although soon enough, my other ear cannot take the agonising screams either. Cries wrack my scarred body. Trying to tell them to stop. Please Stop.

"Katniss! Katniss wake up! It's just a nightmare! Its not real!"

My eyes open to Peeta looking down at me with a concerned expression.

Tears spill across my cheeks. My neck is moist with layers of sweat. Peeta is trying to steady me while I am shaking with sobs. When he realises that I had opened my eyes, he is immediately relieved and pulls me into his arms. The nightmare was so vivid. So real. I haven't had a nightmare in the past few months. Not many in the past year either. But this one. This one was one of the worst.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Peeta asks. Normally I would just shake my head softly and Peeta would understand. Although this time, I feel the need for the comfort that Peeta would give me.

I try to explain to Peeta what had happened in my bad dream that is still playing in my mind. Meanwhile, Peeta catches the still falling tears on my cheeks and wipes them away with his thumb. As I explain, the after effects of all of the crying still plays on my body, shaking me in between the words that I never want to hear myself say again.

When I calm down, Peeta slowly pulls me off the bed and leaves to make breakfast, leaving me in the bedroom. I slowly make my way into the bathroom. Stripping my baggy shirt and pyjama pants off, I slip into the shower. The cool water feels relaxing against my sweaty skin. After I wash the nights misery away, I wrap myself in a fresh towel, making my way out of the bathroom. Then I get a clean set of clothes from the part of Peeta's closet that is now mine and change into it. I grab my hair brush and sit on the bed. I brush through my hair, taking out the knots that were made when I moved around in my sleep so much. When my hair becomes slightly less messy, I put my brush back on the dressing table, getting a quick glimpse of my still scarred neck and my surprisingly untouched face. I try to avoid looking myself in the mirror most of the time. No need to see my face so much.

After I finish freshening up, I go down the stairs to meet Peeta in the Kitchen.

I am surprised to see the table already set and Peeta being almost finished with making pancakes. Peeta's famous cheese rolls are also set on the table, still steaming. Since Peeta is too busy flipping pancakes, he doesn't see me stroll into the kitchen. Taking advantage of this, I go over to him, snaking my arms around his waist and putting my chin on his shoulder.

"Hey sleepyhead," Peeta chuckles. He turns his head slightly to plant a soft kiss on my cheek. I untangle my arms from around Peeta's waist and walk to the circular table. I sit down in my usual seat and hungrily take a warm cheese bun as Peeta finishes with the last of the pancakes and also brings them over to the table. He sits himself across from me and places two pancakes on either of our plates. We eat in comfortable silence, occasionally looking at each other in the eyes with our pure love.

I am happy to still be with Peeta after all this time. Its been 15 years since the last games. 14 years since the rebellion. 13 years since Peeta came back to district 12. And Im so glad that he did.

After Peeta came back from the capitol, at first I avoided him like I avoided everyone else. However, I couldn't stay away from him for too long. He would come almost everyday with bread and cheese buns. At the time I would not even look at him very much and I would just eat the food he brought me. But soon, he started rush over to my house when I had a bad dream and comfort me. Through the years, we slowly grew back together as I realised how much I needed Peeta. Now, we basically live together, and I am so happy that my boy with the bread is back.

Through those thirteen years, many changes have happened in Panem. First of all President Paylor is a very successful leader. The hunger games have been long gone. So is President Snow and his way of ruling. In twelve, life has just about gotten back to normal. Actually better than normal. Several hundreds of people have moved back to district 12. Buildings have been rebuilt. With the mines closed, people have plowed the ashes into the earth and planted food. Although no one seeded it, the Meadow turned green again. Peeta bakes. I hunt. Haymitch has improved his living. Now, he drinks until the liquor runs out, and then raises geese until the next train arrives. Fortunately, the geese can take pretty good car of themselves on their own.

We have also made a memory book of people that we lost on the way. We got the idea from my family plant book. We put a photo of the person if we can find it. If not, Peeta either sketched them or painted them. Then I, in my most careful hand writing, put in all the details of the memories with that person that would be a crime to forget. Lady licking Prim's cheek. My father's laugh. Peeta's father with the cookies. The colour of Finnick's eyes. What Cinna could do with a length of silk. Boggs reprogramming the Holo. Rue poised on her toes, arms slightly extended, like a bird about to take flight. On and on. We seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their deaths count.

Peeta and I are healing each other. Although, we know that we can never be fully healed. The memories of the games and the quarter quell. The rebellion. And all the people we lost to the fire. Peeta still has his moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until his flash backs are over. I wake up screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But Peeta's arms are always there to comfort me. Through all of that, Peeta has been my rock. My dandelion in spring. My Love.

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