Catching Fire: You and Me

Chapter 33:

MAKE SURE YOU'VE READ CHAPTER 32! I POSTED THEM BACK TO BACK SO MAKE SURE YOUR CAUGHT UP!

OKAY GUYS SO SOME ANNOUNCEMENTS! ONE, THANKSSSS FOR READING, SECOND I KNOW THIS BOOK IS WINDING DOWN TO THE FINAL 10 CHAPS OR SO, BUT I HOPE U AGREE AND CANT GET ENOUGH OF IT AND DONT WANT IT TO BE OVER.  ONCE I FINISH THE STORY, I WILL MARK IT AS COMPLETED, BUT I WILL BE CONTINUING TO ADD SOME ONE SHOTS. INCLUDED WILL BE SOME OF THE CHAPTERS FROM THE OPPOSITE POV LIKE CHAPTER 32 FROM PEETA'S OR SOME OF THE HIJACKED CHAPTERS FROM KATNISS'S. ALONG WITH SOME EPILOGUE LIKE ONE SHOTS AS WELL. THANKS SO MUCH FOR KEEPING UP WITH ME AND MY LAZINESS!

Chapter 32:

Peeta

Beep........Beep......

i hear slow and steady markers from the machine.

i can almost feel her pain as i watch her limp lifeless body lay on the table.

"Mr. Mellark, i'm sorry for your loss, but we need to ask you a few questions about last night." Plutarch says coming up from behind me. 

i wipe a single tear from my eye and nod slowly.

i turn around to face him and he sits tentatively on the edge of the empty bed i slept in last night, refusing to leave her side for even a mintue. 

"what do you want to know?"

"so." he starts off, examining his records, "she just....jumped?" he asks unconvincedly.

"she said goodbye and told me she loved me, then just, slid off. like it was planned or something." i stammer. 

"and, she never said anything about being suicidal before?" 

"well, she was always kind of peeved, but i never thou-"

"where's my daughter!" a petite blonde woman shouts storming into the room, looking very disheveled.

"Taulia what are you doing?" Plutarch says sternly under his breath. 

"i was watching the news from my cell and i saw her. where is she!" the woman shreiks.

"does someone want to explain what's going on here?" i ask Plutarch. 

"Peeta, get out of here. you can see her again tonight." he says and the woman's face brightens. 

"Peeta?" she asks, smiling.

"that's me." i say dumbfoundedly.

"oh!" she cries, placing her hands on either side of my face. "i've heard so much of you! thank you for taking care of her!" she turns back to Plutarch and narrows her eyes. "what did you do to her?" she demands. 

"she jumped. it was all on her." he says defensively. 

"why would she do that?" she asks weakly.

"we found her files on the rooftop. they must have set her off." he explains. 

i grab the files off the counter and look through them myself.

i handed them into Plutarch after she jumped, but i couldnt bring myself to look at what might have killed her at the time. 

"what was in those files that was so bad?" she asks. 

i look first through the pictures and smile a little at just how beautiful she was. 

i look at the very last one and the guilt of my lies starts gnawing at my chest.

"Plutarch, i think i know what might have caused it." i say dreadfully.