Just End It | An After Mockingjay Short Story

Chapter 2

Katniss' P.O.V.

Peeta tidies up the table while I wash the dishes that he gradually brings me. Its the least that I can do for the wonderful breakfast that Peeta made. He does the cooking most of the cooking in the house. I sometimes help him. Its very rare for me to make a whole meal by myself.

After we finish cleaning up, Peeta grabs his jacket and shoes and quickly slips them on. Its just another day in the finally peaceful life in district 12. As soon as the bakery re-opened and Peeta got a job there. I follow him to the door and he gives me a soft peck on the lips. I watch him move out the door. Today, I need get on with some of the house hold needs. I do the laundry and water the evening primroses that Peeta had planted in my garden 13 years ago. They have grown a lot. Grown like my sister never got a chance to. These plants were just one of the way that I can remember my sister. Thats the least that I can do. Remember her.

The old cat purrs against my skin, creating warmth throughout my leg as I fill his bowl with his favourite cat food. Buttercup has aged so much. Although his acceptance on peace with me still hasn't altered. He is still as loyal as the day after I finally accepted Prim's death. The time he guarded me through the night and cried with me in the morning. He is the old thing left from my sister.

I miss my sister a lot. The whole that was created in my heart when she died can never be fully healed. Even with Peeta's safe arms and Buttercups understanding. Nothing can change the way I break down once in a while. Sometimes I wonder how things would be like if she was still here. I imagine my little duck still with me. My eyes swell up with tears until one blink wrecks the barricade and brings the flood.

Oh no. I am going to break down aren't I? I know whats happening, but I can't seem to take control of it. My lips quiver. Tears race down my shaking cheeks. I cant stop the sobs when they come. I can only try to muffle up the yells with a napkin. My 'flashbacks', as peeta calls them, usually get triggered by things about my sensitive areas, such as prim and the games. Even though I luckily don't normally end up destroying anything, my physical state after the event is much worst than it is for Peeta. But I cant stop. Soon, my thoughts get clouded by thoughts about Prim. My little duck. How I still couldn't save her even after I volunteered for her for the games. She's still dead. Dead, dead, dead. Dead and I couldn't stop it.

I scream, now not even making an attempt to muffle it. I fall off the chair that I was sitting on while I was preparing Buttercups meal, and sink into the ground. My vision turns blurry after my head slams onto the floor during my landing. I cry out as loud as I possibly can to get my sister back. I miss her. I need her. Yet nothing changes. I drag myself across the floor of the kitchen. Maybe if I keep moving, I can reach a knife and end my misery. I want to be with Prim. Sing her a song. Take her into my arms. Tuck in her little duck tail.

Thats the last thought that crosses my mind before darkness finally captures me.

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Hi everyone,

So I hope that you liked the new update... Things are starting to get fierce in here!

You may be wondering:

What happened to Katniss? What will Peeta do? Will they reach her in time? Or will she die? (which would be a tragic end to a two part story...)

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed!

-fansreads