Closing the Bottle

Chapter One

Peeta's Point of View

I went back to the nurse's office after English to hear a bit of commotion coming from the room. Katniss was obviously up. I opened the door to see Katniss up and trying to get out of the room.

"Look Ms Trinket, I don't want to go home, I need to stay here."

"Well it looks like your lift has arrived."

She just shoved past me trying to head towards the next class. I grabbed her wrist, and had to basically drag her to my car. She just sat there looking out the window of my car. His had happened a couple of times before, were one of the head students had to bring her home most days. I pulled outside her house and went to open her door, when she started to cry.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want to be alone; can you stay with me please?"

"Come on, I'll stay with you for a while, make you some lunch. Would you like that?"

"Yeah, I didn't have breakfast this morning."

We walked towards her house, and walked towards the house, she just opened the door, and it wasn't even locked. It was a mess; she showed me towards the kitchen and continued to head upstairs. There were many bottles, lying around the place. All of them were empty. She just stepped around them as if they were nothing to be ashamed of. I opened the fridge to see a bottle of milk and a bowl of oats and a few berries. She didn't have anything, to make a decent meal for herself. No wonder she was skinny.

"Katniss, do you me to order some pizza?"

There was no answer, so I went off in search for her. She was laying on one of the matrasses on the floor. She was half laying on it and seems on the floor. I proceeded to move her onto the bed, going on the search for a blanket. There were two other rooms upstairs and a bathroom. I looked in the bathroom, but there was nothing there. I opened the door on the right of Katniss's room. It was painted pink, and was the tidiest I had seen in the house. It was the room of a young girl. There were teddies laying on the bed, which was neatly made. The bed was white, but had prink letters 'Primrose'. It had been her sister's room; I noticed that the wardrobe was open and that some of the clothes were laying on the room. I bent down and say a liquor bottle lying next to a ballerina pump. I started to put the clothes back on hangers and closed the wardrobe door. There were a few picture stuck onto the door. All of them consisted of the little girl and Katniss. She looked nothing like her sister. She had blonde hair; she had two plaits in her hair. She was about half the age of Katniss. She had died like many of the other young children in the Saem in that winter. Only a few had died from my area of time, most of them had always been a sickly child. I then looked over to the photos of Katniss. She had a smile, one that I had never seen before, one that was false or sarcastic, a genuine glad smile. There was happiness in her eyes, which had stopped when her sister had died. She had blamed herself for her sister's death and her mother's departure. I quickly lifted up a brown blanket that was laying at the foot of the bed and went back to Katniss's room. She was still lying on the bed. I continued to walk around the house cleaning the mess. I threw out all of the empty bottle and tidied the house up slightly, then went in searching of a phone, to order something for lunch. I ordered two plain pizzas, and waited for them to be delivered. I looked out onto the streets, no one was about. All the houses had been abandoned people had left for other districts. Katniss was just left to suffer alone. I could see the pizza guy coming down the street on his bike, looking for the number of the house. I step outside and waved him over. I walked back inside with the pizzas in my hand and headed to the now newly cleaned kitchen. I heard a scream from upstairs, and dropped the pizzas on the table and headed up the stairs to see Katniss fretting on the floor.