Catching Fire: You and Me

Chapter 37:

but of course it all fell to shit once again.

it started with the drive to the court house. 

the building was sorrounding by newscasters and grievers, and for the first time in a long time, i actually feel scared.

terrified, actually.

"Katniss, why are you wearing red?" Peeta asks, motioning to my dress. 

"it's not a funeral, Peeta. i have nothing to mourn."

the door is pulled open and cameras start surrounding us. 

"Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark, what are you doing at the will reading of the President?"

"Katniss, we thought you were dead? are you here to make your triumphant return?"

"Peeta, when did you find out Katniss was alive?"

"Mrs. Mellark, when did you go back to your alter ego name of Katniss?" 

we push roughly through the crowds until we finally manage to get in the door and slam it behind us.

"Catillia!" Diessa- my fake mother- calls from across the corridor.

"can you please, just never call me that again?" i hiss. "you know what, just forget you know me!"

i storm off in the other direction and Peeta runs to catch up with me. 

"what was that?" he asks. "are you okay?"

"Peeta, the only thing i want out of those people is our children back. other than that they're dead to me." 

"Katniss, in here." my mother calls from a set of darkwood double doors at the end of the hallway. 

i take a deep breath, get a strong clasp of Peeta's hand and enter into the large confrence room. 

there i find my mother, Plutarch, Alistair, and Micaela.

"What the hell are you two doing here?" i shout.

"second in command reads the will. that would be us. well... me." Alistair grins a little too widely.

"then where are my kids?" i spit.

"so many questions." he says. 

i look at my so called sister and she looks like she wants to say something, but doesnt. 

"whatever." i cave, sitting down next to my mother and Peeta. 

"Alright." Alistair starts off, opening the sealed file carefully. "first, there is some other paperwork here, such as funeral arrangements, a-"

"funeral?" i interrupt, "why does he get a funeral?"

"i think of all the Capitol citizens, you're the only one that would object." he says, overuling me and continuing on. "it says before the will is read, that this note be given to his daughter."

"he doesnt have a daughter." mom says quickly, claiming ownership of me. 

"daughter, stepdaughter. same thing. it's adressed to Katniss." he hands it to me and i sit it down on the table, ignoring it until later.

probably just another rant of his- shaming every bit of my past as he always did. 

"go on." Plutarch presses.

"it says that one fourth of all the revenue of the President's lifetime will be given to Taulia Ingrid. another fourth to Plutarch Heavensbee, and.... half to Katniss Everdeen-Snowden...." they all look a little bit suprised, and i am as well.