Life without The Hunger Games

Chapter 1

The boy with the bread has returned. Maybe he isn't all the same, like how flashbacks can strike him down anytime and you'll find him kneeling on the floor weeping for mercy. Sometimes his horrific screams will find you deep in the night and you'll bolt awake and run to the door into the cold, bristly winter breeze determined to find out what's happened. But you'll realise just at the last second, that it was a dreadful flashback and your hand will try to comfort him as much as possible. He still bakes and paints but never forgets the tortures the Capitol provided him with. I'm not the same either, with Prim's fiery death and my mother's occupation. I really have no one to call my own. I usually find myself sitting alone at the fireplace, a warm cup of mint tea in my hand and just imagining ways I could've saved Prim, then ending up sobbing vigorously and falling unconscious. The next morning I find myself magically transferred into my bed, I know that it was really just Peeta's doing. He often comes and checks on me, making sure I'm healthy and eating and not forgetting to take my medication, which I purposely do. One night, he came and checked on me, as usual, and found me sitting in my normal chair hissing loudly at Buttercup. He asked if I'd taken my medicine and I shook my head, irritated.

"Why?", he asked.

"Peeta don't you see, for me, there is nothing to live for!", I bellowed at him.

"Katniss, why can't you see? You're my everything. You're the one keeping me alive. You're my oxygen. If you go what do I have to live for?", his question caught me off guard and I sat there, clearly bewildered. Before I could answer, his lips touched my forehead.

"I'll always be here for you Katniss. Always.", he whispered and toke off into the night. That night I sat there thinking about what he said. How he still had so much love left for me, even though, it was me who fired up the rebellion and killed his family and the people of District 12. I sat there all night, my thoughts mixed up and always asking the same question. 'How does he still have endless love for me?'. Even though the Capitol had filled his heart with so much hatred, he still found a way to revive and recover. I couldn't say the same about me!

That night, was the night to start my recovery. The next morning, I looked outside my foggy window to find the usual gloom had cleared. I dressed in a black and white flannel top with my usual hunting pants adding my father's hunting jacket to my outfit. The jacket is the only heirloom I have of him. It's a tough, brown leather jacket yet I treat it like it's fragile, the truth is it is fragile. It consists of every moment I have ever had with my father before his death happened, swiping all signs of recovery out of my eyes. Yet I recovered. Just like Peeta and all who have lost someone who is irreplaceable. Annie lost Finnick. I lost Prim and my father. Peeta lost everyone he loved, including me, even though I am still alive. I just sit there uselessly, with no purpose, staring out into an empty oblivion of emotion. Trust me, you'd count me dead. I snap out of my daze and walk to the meadow which is now a big graveyard holding ashes and skeletons of those you died in the bombing of twelve. I walk straight to the fence, no sign of emotion on my face. Once I'm in the forest, I trek in the direction of the lake. I need my emotions to flood out, one last time, before I harden myself and get my life back on track.

It takes longer than the required amount of time since I am slow and inactive. I have to stop now and again since I'm either gasping for breath or huffing and puffing because of a steep climb. Once I am there my eyes open in horror, my mouth now gaping wide open. I try to scream but the blood has drained out of my face. My heart now beats the blood so hard it hurts. I try to let out a scream but my tongue is knotted and my throat is strangling the scream. I just stand there my face frozen like stone, my hands clenched into fists!

Hi Guys!

So...I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of the fanfic. I know...I know, I have another fanfic but I just couldn't resist. I recently finished The Hunger Games series and IT WAS AMAZING!!!!... as expected!

Can we just take a moment and thank Suzanne Collins for this amazing series! All hail the Queen (I have many queens and kings aka amazing authors)!

But anyway, as soon as Katniss's story ended, I needed it to continue! So here it is!

I hope you enjoyed it! Don't worry there will be more, Obvi! I just left on a cliffhanger (you are literally hanging off a cliff right now). I'm hilarious!

Anyway, thanks y'all!

The glacial spiral girl