Real or not real? (everlark)

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The funeral was dark and quiet. Few people came, since most of Beatrice's family members were dead. My mother was scheduled to come tomorrow morning.
"Hey Kat. You feeling okay?" Peeta asks, setting a mug of hot chocolate in front of me. I take it in my cold fingers, gripping the mug. The warmth spreads through my whole hand.
"Yeah. I'm feeling fine." I say, and take a scalding sip of hot cocoa, and I feel my tongue burn.
"Sorry. Should've warned you, it's hot."He says and I smile, setting the cup down. I clench my arms to my sides and shiver.
Not even asking, Peeta throws a blanket on me, and I breathe in its comforting small. He clicks the tv on.
"Now for a special news report. The train that was scheduled to arrive to District 12 tomorrow morning crashed just a few hours ago. Many citizens are dead,paralyzed or injured in some way. We now switch to Jack who is at the scene of the accident." The camera switches over to another man who stands in front of a train, laying on its side in tall grass, smoke pouring from it. Firefighters can be seen putting out small fires, ambulances and people on stretchers.
Fear courses through my body as I take in the whole mess. What about my mother? I can make out a large golden number on the train, reading Train Number 9
Frantic, I look at my last text message from my mother.
Mom- Ok. I'll see you tomorrow morning Katniss. I'll be train number 9.
Sobs rack through me as a clutch my phone. The number seems to carry a horrible curse, and I hate it. Peeta wraps his arms around me even though he doesn't know what's wrong. My mind spins, thinking all of the things that make this seem worse.
First my father, then Prim and Beatrice... and now my mother?
"No, Katniss. You don't even know if she's dead yet." Peeta says, and I wonder for a minute how he knows what I was thinking. I must have said it out loud.
"I know but-"
"Why don't we go to the hospital in District 4, okay?" and I squint my eyes at him.
"Why District 4?" and in response he nods to the screen, which shows that the train crashed in District 4.
"I'll meet you in the car. Grab whatever you would like, maybe a suitcase with a few things." Peeta gives me a small, lingering kiss with pity filled lips.
He leaves and I grab a suitcase, throwing anything and everything into it. I head down the stairs, the case thumping on every step. At the bottom of the stairs sits Buttercup, meowing at me. I sit down on the couch to make sure I have everything, tears dripping down my face and onto the soft fabric.
Curious, Buttercup leaps onto my lap, and I stroke his head. He recognizes the pain and sadness registered on my face, and he pushes his head into my hand. I let out the small noise that I had been keeping inside myself, and it sounds like a strangled gasp. But Buttercup doesn't run away, he's a loyal cat. I scoop him up in my arms and walk towards the front door with him and the suitcase. No way am I going with out him.
I climb into the cat, setting Buttercup in the open suitcase. Peeta glances back at him with kind eyes.
"You brought him?"
"He makes me feel better." I answer simply. Peeta nods in understanding and takes my hand. We start down the long dirt road, playing music softly and talking. We talk about everything but the train crash. But my mind keeps playing back to it, no matter how much I work to push it away.
I doze off then, reclined in the front seat. I dream horrible, restless dreams about train crashings, my mother, and Beatrice. I toss and turn in the passenger seat, struggling to fight the nightmares away.
I wake up to find a very tired Peeta looking out at the dark road ahead.
"Peeta? Let's stop somewhere for the night." He looks over at me gratefully.
"Are you sure? I want to get you there as soon as possible, I know how badly you want us to see her." He says, his kind eyes looking into mine. I nod.
"We won't do her any good tired." and Buttercup meows from the back, showing that he agrees.
"Okay." He pulls into a small hotel, with bright blue letters advertising- District 6 Hotel.
The lobby is salmon pink with blue carpeting. White furniture is layed out in the lobby, and many paint splatter paintings hand on the walls. I push Buttercup farther down in the large bag I carry, hoping they allow cats.
A lady sits at the desk, about our age. Her blonde hair falls in waves on her shoulders, and she has beautiful gray eyes, much prettier than my own. She smiles a beautiful smile at Peeta and bats her 2 inch eyelashes.
"How may I help you?" She asks, smiling at him and leaning forward.
"Well,you can start by taking your snoopy eyes off my boyfriend." I say, stepping in front of Peeta. "and then you can get us a room."
Peeta laughs behind me.
She scowls at me and hands us a key.I swear I hear her snarl as we walk into the elevator.
Our room has white walls, with teal beds. The carpet is soft and squishy under my feet, and I scrunch my toes into it. I set my stuff on the floor and jump on to the big bed. I turn the TV pn, and change it to Tom and Jerry.
They always play TV shows and movies from the past. They say that the people of our past, when Panem was North America, had really good ideas. And I have to admit, they really did.
And so, Peeta and I fall asleep under the warm hotel covers to the sound of Jerry smacking Tom with a frying pan.

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