A Stake To The Heart

Chapter 11

I feel like updating again. I don't really have a certain day where I post a new chapter, I try not to update too much....then it would seem like I have no life. (Lol...wattpad is my life though)

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I just want to say R.I.P Phillip Seymour Hoffman. Hope you are at peace in god's eternal loving hands.

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Chapter 11
Katniss' POV

I sighed as I heard the familiar knocking and perky capital voice in the morning.

"Katniss! Up,up,up! It's going to be a big day!"

"It's just district one." I mutter under my breath as I rise and quickly jump in the shower. I stay in there for at least an hour before actually getting ready. I dry off and throw on a simple outfit and tie my hair up in a semi-neat ponytail. I decide to make my bed on my own, for once, before walking to the dining car.

"Ahhh, Katniss there you are." Haymitch says in a weird tone. By the looks of it, he's drunk....what a surprise.

I force a small smile and sit down next to Peeta.

"Alright! District one, district of-" Effie begins.

"Luxury." Haymitch says imitating Effie's accent and twirling his hair with his fingers.

Effie glares and opens her mouth to speak again.

"Anywho, you two better behave. You three better behave!"

I smirk and look back over to Haymitch who is staring at the ceiling. "Yeah, Haymitch." I taunt.

"Sweetheart, I really wouldn't go there right now. I'm not screwed like some people." He retorts.

"Quite frankly you are pretty screwed up, Haymitch." I reply hastily.

"Katniss!" Effie scolds.

Haymitch stands up. "Listen 'girl on fire', you're not as tough as you think. So stop being so bold and just shut the hell up because you can't always get the last word!" Haymitch says angrily.

I stand up from my seat, but before I can say anything Peeta pulls me back. "Stop! Both of you!"

Haymitch laughs. "You should listen to this boy." He says before walking out of the room.

I sit back down and stare at my plate. "Peeta....I don't know what that was." I say quietly. Peeta kneels down next to me rubs my back softly. "Hormones..." He says with a bit of a smile. "You're going to be more stubborn than usual, I can see." I roll my eyes.

Effie's eyes dart away for a second and then focus back on us. "So...you two hungry?" She asks changing the subject. We both nod and she calls over an avox, who brings out a cart of food.

"I love your outfit today, Effie." Peeta says trying to start a conversation.

"Why thank you, Peeta. You look pretty decent yourself." She says with a smile. Today she had the same golden hair and metallic makeup and was wearing a ruffled dress with bunches of sequins. The dress actually didn't look that bad, but the shoes are ridiculous. They have to be at least 6 inches tall. I just stay quiet and continue eating.

"Anything special we have to do?" Peeta asks. "For District one."

"Not really....just read the cards and smile!" Effie answers. After that very short dialogue, the room goes silent and only the train and the clinking of forks and spoons are heard.

"I'm finished..." I say in a hushed voice. Effie nods me off and tells me my clothes are on my bed. Or at least they should be.

I nod and walk slowly and carefully to my room. The hall is surprising quiet, wonder where Haymitch is...

I stop in front of my room and take a deep breath before entering, expecting my stylists to be waiting. I open the door only to find the same silence. Weird. I shut the door and look to my bed where my outfit should be, but it isn't. I simply walk over and sit cross-legged on the bed. Why can't this trip be over? Why can't all this stress be over?! It's never going to end....I'm a victor now. I'm just another puppet for the capital to play with.

Before I know it, I'm full out sobbing. So many questions run through my head all consisting of the same idea; why? I lay down and bury my head into my pillow.

I hear the door knob move around and the door swing open. "Katniss we brought your- oh Katniss...." A perky capital voice says, it sounded like Octavia.

"We'll just.....leave you to it. We can do your makeup later." Venia says.

I sit slightly up. "It's...f-f-fine. I'm alright. You guys can stay." I say in a weak voice.

"Katniss, it's no big deal. It's actually not a lot of makeup." Flavius says. I nod and bury my face again. They quickly lay out my outfit and exit. I force myself to stand up and attempt to stop crying.....attempt.....

I slip into my quite simple outfit and state into the full size mirror in shock. I was already showing. That's normal,right? I put my hand on my slightly bulged stomach. I turn around in slow half circles as I examine my 'curves'.

"Katniss?" Peeta's voice rings out as he knocks on the door.

"Come in." I say in a quiet voice. He opens the door and stands in the frame.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay...Octavia said you were crying and I just wanted to make sure-"

"It's fine Peeta. I'm fine, just stressed." I say watching him in the mirror.

"That's understandable...I'm sorry Katniss." He says walking over. I don't turn around and instead stare at my stomach where my hand still rests.

"You look beautiful." Peeta whispers in my ear. I smile and look into his comforting blue eyes. He wipes away a few stray tears which seemed to escape and fall down my cheeks. "Wow. Today just isn't my day. I snapped at Haymitch and then cried for no reason." I say with a slight smirk.

"It's only going to get worse....." Peeta says returning the smirk. He kisses me lightly on the forehead before leaving to go get ready.

"Oh, Peeta." I stop him.

"Yea?"

"Do you know where my stylists are by any chance?"

"Dining car."

"Could you maybe tell them I need them? I have no idea how to apply this makeup." I say gesturing to the bag of makeup products.

He smiles. "Sure."