Ch 11: Real or Not Real

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by hendrixs1

by hendrixs1

You may want to kill me after you read this part. Post any comments you want (nice, rude, etc).
Peeta's POV
"I'm sorry sir...your child didn't make it."
I break down and fall to my knees. This can't be happening. The baby is gone. I can't feel any emotion. I am only floating endlessly into nothingness. I remember a quote from Virginia Woolf that says, "Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more." But all I feel right now, is pain and sadness...I'm not thinking that life is valuable.
/////soon after/////
I run. Away from this horrible place where my baby has died. I run to the only bar that we have in the district. I go straight to the counter and ask for a bottle of whiskey. Maybe I can use it to escape the pain.

I'm so sorry! I know it could've ended happily, but that's the only way it ever ends in hunger games fan-fictions, so I wanted to change it up a bit. Comment anything you want to!