Post Mockingjay Story Cuz I Need This

A Sweet and Sad Family

Katniss's POV but I think you guys are getting the gist of pattern. If not, it goes Katniss, Peeta, then Haymitch's POV.

Damn, I was just reading over my writing and I realized just how BAD it is! I wrote this around two months ago and each chapter at like, 2 in the morning, and I'm just now reading over this. I didn't read over the last few but I think I'm gonna edit them really quick based off the five minutes of editing I had to do for this chapter.

Anyways, enjoy!

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I just froze. The picture of him on the ground with blood flowing out etched into my brain. In the back of my mind I can somewhat process that someone carried me back to my house.

I'm sitting on my couch with a blanket wrapped around me, watching the flames of the fire flicker. But I'm really outside watching Haymitch pull the trigger over and over. An endless replay of horror.

I can't move my body. I just can't, but I want to. I hate looking at the flames. The flames remind me of everything that I have lost. Everything. Everyone.

I am a scarred fire mutt.

Scarred and broken. Broken like shards of glass. I can't be put back together. The only way that could happen is if everyone I cared about most came back.

Haymitch.

Prim.

Finnick.

Rue.

Boggs.

Dad.

Mom.

Peeta. Where is he? I think he was the one who carried me.

He couldn't handle it. He had a flashback and is doing something to himself. I have to go help him.

This one thought is enough to get me to throw off my blanket and run out my door. I run up to his house and bang on the door.

"Peeta! PEETA!" I look around and realize that Haymitch isn't on the ground anymore. That's odd. What would Peeta do?

He'd refuse to believe that Haymitch is dead and he'd bring him to the hospital.

I run there. I run for Haymitch. I run for Peeta. I run to make sure they're both okay. I don't pay attention to anything else as I run. I know where the hospital is. Greasy Sae told me about it one morning. I reach it and ask around for both of them. A nurse points me in the direction of a room and I bust through the door.

What I see breaks my heart again.

Peeta is crying in the arms of Haymitch. Haymitch is holding him like a parent would hold their only and most beloved child. Peeta is curled up crying into Haymitch's chest.

Haymitch sees that I am here and gestures for me to join.

He positions Peeta slightly-who doesn't seem to notice me or the movement-so there is room for me to join. I immediately joined the embrace and let out the tears. The stream down my face is fast and endless. I mirror Peeta, and Haymitch wraps his other arm around me as well.

Peeta looks up and notices that I'm there. He moves his arm and wraps me up too so we're all clinging on to one another. I notice that Haymitch has some tears running down his cheeks too. He's trying hard to suppress them but it's useless and we all just sit there, crying together.

I don't know how much time passes.

After what feels like hours we all stop at about the same time. We're still clinging on to one another though.