Catching Fire: The New Story

Chapter 51

Katniss's POV

For the past few days, Peeta and I have stayed in my room. Occasionally, I leave. With Peeta's assistance of course. Downstairs and back up. To the bathroom or just to walk around. My stomach is what my mother worried about most. I try not to ask for much, or speak to her. But I must. Peeta reminds me of the guilt growing in me.

I groan as I move my foot incorrectly. Peeta's at my side in seconds. Asking complicated questions I ignore. I've gotten used to the silly questions he's been asking. I usually ignore them until he stops, or let him talk until he finds the right one. "Does you head hurt? Do you need water? Are you hungry? Do you-"

"Yes!" I scream. He stops, shocked he only got through a few questions this time around. He nods ad quickly walks downstairs. I wait patiently. I lay back down onto the three pillows stacked on top of each other. Peeta thought I would sleep better. I thought he was crazy at first, yet when I feel asleep; it was amazing. I hum to Rue's Song. The four note she taught me before we separated, I blew up the Careers food supplies and she-she-sh-

Peeta came in holding a pan with two bowls and two cups. In guessing he was hungry too. I smile and thank him quietly. He sits on the chair I have set aside my window, allowing me to sit and watch the outside world from the gigantic glass the Capitol has placed for me. I ask if he was interested in coming in bed with me. He declined. Stating I was still hurt and didn't want to do anything to bring me more pain.

I shake my head at Peeta's silliness once again. He treats me as if I were a child. Which just stuck to my head right about now. My ignorance on these few days have had to do with the medication my mother has prescribed for me. I haven't spoken a word to her.

I put the plate of nothing left over onto the pan Peeta brought in the food with. I noticed his was sitting there, still full. I looked at him, his eyes concentrated on a paper sitting on his lap, with many others laying around the rooms carpeted floor. A pencil replaced the space in his hand where I laid mine. His eye brows came together while looking at his grayed paper. I giggled at the sight of him drawing. The tip of his tongue slicking out of his light puffy pink lips.

I watched him silently. My chin laid on the palm of my hand while my elbow rested on a pillow. I rubbed my round belly and shivered. I should stop doing that. I've never been ticklish. Yet I am now. I laid my useless hand on my stomach, trying not to move and make myself giggle, waking Peeta from his trance.

I never noticed when he looked up at me. His eyes sparkling. The deep blue sprinkled with lights and navy's of all sorts. My plain eyes is what consumed them. We were getting lost in each other's eyes. I've done this before with him. Haymitch barged in seconds later.

"What did you draw?" I ask lightly. My voice was cracking. My mother said I had gained a cold, too.

"You." He said. I felt myself blush. His cheeks, the pale peach color mixing with rosy pinks until he looked down, concealing them. I smiled and my hand shot forward for him to push the paper into it and letting my eyes take in the beauty of his drawings.

He shook his head. I sighed and started getting up. "Okay! Okay. Okay. Here. Just don't get up Katniss."

I evilly smiled and smoothened the pencil drawn picture. He shook his head at his own disappointment. I was never going to get up. My foot hurt too so. My eyes trailed the lines of the paper over and over again. I'm not sure how Peeta can have such an imagination which allows him to take myself and put it into a scene I've never been in.

The blossomed flowers bundled around me as I was smiling in the meadow. It wasn't the one out before the woods. It was a much more beautiful one. One know longed to see and be in. Smell the newly pollen lingering in the soft breeze. Feel the petals on my legs and feet. Peeta drawing some into my hair, twirling them until they stayed put.

"It's beautiful." I said. Tears sprang into my eyes. Peeta came to me quickly as I cried in his chest. He asked what was the matter.

"Did you not like it?" His voice held fear. And more disappointment. I shook my head. My braid whooshed around to hit Peeta on his warm chest.

"I love it." I said with a smile. My tears made it get pulled down again and I tucked myself away onto Peeta's chest. He brushed my hair and took the picture from my trembling hands. I laid my ear on his heart, the beat making me fill with peace. I listened to it until sleep pulled me under. And the new and colorful meadow was under my feet and Peeta was behind me, holding me tight.

I'm tired. And it's late. I still have homework and I have to read. Goodnight to you all. (Updating without my love in a minute. Promise) byyyee!!!! LOVE YOU ALL. COMMENT. VOTE. AND FOLLOW PLEASE!!!!!!!

~Jez