Freedom's Finally Ours

Chapter 1- Acceptance of the Truth

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Chapter 1- Acceptance of the Truth

Katniss's POV

'My name is Katniss Mellark. My former name was Katniss Everdeen. I am nineteen years old. I was in the Hunger Games, twice. I was captured and tortured by the Capitol while I was pregnant. I was rescued by District 13 where the father of my child was safe. We were reunited and were finally safe together for the first time in months. Five months after that our baby daughter was born. We moved back to District 12. We were ready to start our lives safe and in peace with President Snow dead, along with Coin.'

'Peeta and I got married months after that and I was captured yet again that night. I met back up with him, only just alive. Months after that, our best friends got married and they are expecting a baby. Our mentor and escort are getting married in a few weeks and they have just found out our escort, Effie has had a fourteen year old daughter. Our little girl had Whooping Cough and had the possibility of dying, but she managed to tough it out and she is now fine. She has a nasty cough still, but she is alive and with us and that's what matters. Our other friends have a little boy and were expecting another before the crash. The crash that destroyed all of our lives.'

'Our best friend died, Finnick Odair, leaving behind his wife and little boy. Also in that crash my mother and sister. My mother made it out, but my little sister died. Little Primrose Everdeen. The new doctor of Panem. No one has got over these deaths and we won't ever. To top things off, I found out that I am pregnant again. I would have been happy about this a few months ago, but now I don't want to raise another child in this world where no one is safe. I can't believe we were so stupid to do so. We wanted the baby, but now I don't. Another child would be good, Peeta is looking forward to it, but I don't feel as though I could at the moment. We have just come from Prim and Finnick's funeral and I can barely stand. I have been in pain for over a month and it's not going to ever subside.'

I sit locked in Prim's room in my house across the street from Peeta's and my house. I've been here for the whole time since I was released from the hospital. Peeta begs me to come back to our house, but I don't listen, I just sit with my back against her bed staring into the distance. He tells me to eat and shower, but I just sit here, mourning the death of my sister and one of my best friends. I have nightmares every night. I wake up constantly in the middle of the night with all the nightmares that have slowly seized over time coming back and only myself to calm me down. Without Peeta by my side helping me tackle them, but that was my choice. After the funeral, Peeta begged me to go home with him, but I ignored him and headed to my old house, back into Prim's room. A few hours pass and I just sit here, tears staining my face and wishing I was dead along with them.

"Katniss. Katniss open the door." I hear Peeta says as he knocks on the door, trying to get me to open it. I ignore him and continue my state of depression.

"Katniss. Open this door or I will." He says.

"Peeta, just go away." I answer. It's the first time I have talked in what seems like forever.

"I'm not going away." He answers strongly.

His strong body comes into contact with the door at an immense force. There is two more hits before the door slams open. Peeta's still in the clothes that he wore to the funeral.