Nightlock (A Hunger Games Fanfic)

[WARNING. THIS FANFICTION HAS MASSIVE SPOILERS, SO IF YOU HAVEN'T READ ALL OF THE BOOKS, GET LOST AND READ 'EM!!! hahaha :3 Please Vote and Comment! It would mean heaps <3 I love you!!! <3]

PART ONE

It's been at least a week since Peeta and I had buried Prim, but time goes so fast, I don't even know what day of the week it is.

I'm in my usual spot in a chair next to the fireplace, watching yesterday's embers fade away.

With my bed hair a mess and in clothes that I haven't bothered to change out of for so long, I walk to the kitchen bench, where I had placed two Nighlock Pills earlier this morning. I fumble them in my very unsteady hands and put them to my lips.

"This- this is for you Prim... This for you..."

As I start to put them in my mouth I hear something. A small whistle or a note?

Then I recognize it. It was Rue's four tunes.

A Mockingjay had perched itself outside my window, still clinging onto the four beautiful notes that Rue had taught to me.

"Rue..." I say to myself.

I throw the pills to the ground in frustration, knowing that if I don't do this I'll go completely insane, but if I do... Well, I'm leaving everything I fought for. Everyone I fought for. It would do no one any good to die, not after everything that's happened.

I'll leave District 12. I think. Yes, that's what I'll do.

I stood there for a second, sorting through how stupid and dramatic I was being about the whole situation, but who could blame me?

I've lost too many people. More than I can remember. Prim included...

Suddenly, and I have no idea why, but a huge wave of sorrow and hate in myself overwhelmed me and I fell to the ground, weeping in my hands.

"I need you, Prim. I need you, Prim. I need you, Prim." I kept saying it over and over again, hoping she would just appear in front of me, running into my arms for a long awaited hug... But I knew she would never come back to me.

I need some one to talk to. I thought to myself. And before I knew it, I was out the door and headed for Peeta's house, mainly out of habit. We haven't really talked or even seen each other since we had buried Prim. I've been avoiding him. Not that I don't want to be with him, its just that I'd rather not see anyone... Ever... But I guess I have to sooner or later. In this case, sooner.

I walked up to Peeta's house in the Victor Village, climbed the stairs and stood at the door, expecting nothing but to be rejected, but where else could I go? Peeta always knew how to set things right, to put problems that we had in the past, but I'm not sure if he could forgive me after everything I've done, everything I've put him through. And right now, I need someone to talk to, I need Peeta.

I knock on the door, still regretting this stupid idea of even coming here, facing him alone would be harder than the Quarter Quell.

The door knob turns and I draw a breath, hoping that it would be Haymitch, which is very unlikely seeing as though he's constantly intoxicated.

I'm greeted with his blue eyes first, sharp and hard... Unforgiving.

"Peeta?" I say, I hear pleading in my voice, hoping that he will hear it as well and help him have some symphony.

"Hello, Katniss." his tone was foreign, and very distant. Much like he is when he... Isn't himself...

"I didn't know where else to go. I need some one, Peeta. I can't keep pretending that-" I stop, afraid I might break down and cry any second. I blink back tears that threaten to fall down my cheek and gave a weak smile.