When you wish upon a star (An Everlark fanfiction)

Chapter 8: Holding hands

Chapter 8

Katniss P.O.V.

When I come down the stairs again, everyone has settled in their sleeping bags.

"Where did you go again?" Clove asks.

"Just somewhere", I say as I slip down into my cozy sleeping bag.

I can't tell them what I did, they'll think I'm nuts.

I went out on the balcony. I always use to wish upon a star. I always use to wish for a better life.

I don't know why though. It doesn't even work.

Stupid of me to continue even though I know that it doesn't work, I know that.

"Alright", Clove sighs.

I'm still angry at her, and she knows that very well, that's why she's in a sad mood. And I would feel sorry for her, if she hadn't done what she did.

It's not kind to play with other peoples feelings.

I can't say that I hate Peeta 100% but I strongly dislike him for how he has been behaving towards me.

And we will never be able to be friends. Clove has to accept that.

I can hear how Peeta is stirring in his sleeping bag. It's right beside mine, but I refuse to even look at him, so I don't know what he's doing.

I just close my eyes, and is letting the darkness over come my body and drag me into a world full of nightmares.

"Put that down, my good man", daddy says.

I hear a loud gun shot.

Daddy falls onto the floor.

"DADDY!" I roar as tear flow down my eyes and I start to run up to him.

"Katniss!"

But a man that is lying in the floor beside me, grabs my hand and drags me down in the floor and puts he's arms around my head.

"Sshh sweetie", he says soothing, and strokes my head lightly.

"Katniss! Wake up!"

"Daddy ... Daddy no... Daddy", I cry low into the mans chest.

I just saw my dad getting shot and killed on the spot.

"Katniss!"

I open my eyes as I feel my heart up in my throat, making it difficult for me to breath.

I feel sweat run down both my forehead and my back but I feel cold.

I focus my eyes on the person in front of me and I'm met by a pair of clear ocean blue eyes.

I'm staring into those eyes for a few seconds before I realize that the owner of those eyes, is Peeta.

But I don't have the energy to care either. My pulse is still so high. And it hurts in my throat when I swallow.

Did I scream though? I mean ... Or I can't have, because then the others would've woken up for sure.

"Peeta?" I ask, I don't even have the energy to sound angry or use he's last name right now.

"You punched me and I woke up seeing you stir around really wildly and I woke you up", Peeta says, as he crawls on all four over to his sleeping bag again.

I punched him? Wow. But to be fair, our sleeping bags are really close.

"Well I can't say that I'm sorry for punching you, but I am sorry that I wasn't awake and could enjoy it", I say cold.

I don't really mean what I just said. But I somehow want him to feel hurt. Like I do, like I've done for seven years now.

Peeta mumbles something I can't hear.

"What was that?" I ask.

"Nothing, just go back to sleep will yah", he says and I snort.

"Whatever", I mumble and turn around to my side.

I yawn and feel my eyes getting heavier and heavier, soon I'm back to sleep, praying that I won't have another nightmare.

I'm woken up by whispers.

I feel something big and warm in my hand.

I slowly open my eyes and sees that everyone is standing around me, or around me and Peeta.

I look at my hand and notice that it holds a tight grip on another hand.

I look from the hand up the arm to seek the owner of the hand.

Peeta.

Oh god! No! How long have we been holding hands?

Peeta wakes up and takes in the scene for a moment.

Suddenly we both seem to realize what's actually has happened and we jerk away our hands and flies up on our feet.

"You jerk!" I spit out.

"And what the hell did I do, Everdeen?" Peeta says with disgust in his voice.

"You held my hand you idiot!" I say.

"I was a sleep Everdeen and how can you be so sure that I held your hand and not the other way?!" Peeta shouts.

I think about my answer for about a second.

"Because whether I'm awake or asleep, alive or dead, I would never hold your hand again after what you did to me Mellark!" I scream as I hold back my tears. I'm never showing him my weak side. "That's how I can be sure!"

And with that I storm up the stairs and to my room, where I slam the door close.

I face plant with my face in the pillow and finally lets go of my straight and allow the tears to flow down my cheeks.

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Hey guys, sorry if you thought that this was a short one, but I wasn't suppose to update today, but I kind if changed my mind :)

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