Hijacked

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

A few months later Katniss starts drinking and staying in the woods more often. While I am painting I see her walking back from the woods wit her breath showing in the cool air.

I then go back to my painting for the rest of the day. The next morning I wake up to knocking on my door. I take my pills and go downstairs, opening the door. I first see the hollow grey eyes and trembling hands.

Katniss's hair is down instead of it being in a braid and she is looking straight at me. "Hey Peeta." She says an I swallow. "Hey Katniss." She puts her hands in her pockets and swallows.

"Can I come in?" I nod and move out of the way. She walks in and I shut the door so the cool air will not get inside the house. I see her eyes drifting to the holes in the walls, the dents in the doors, and the kitchen a horrid mess.

"Peeta I just wanted to say thank you for helping me out a few months ago... I'm sorry I didn't come sooner." She laughs a little and puts a hand on my shoulder. "And thank you for planting those Primroses for Prim." I nod. "You're welcome." That's all I say.

Tears start rolling down her cheeks. "I-I gotta go." She rushes out of my house crying. That night I paint her, what she looked like today. I start drawing her grey eyes, usually filled with fire and spirt... Now hollow and frighten, filled with tears.

Her hands that are usually steady and strong, are now weak and shaky. Her lips, usually full and pink... Now chapped and pale. Her cheeks now hollow, her hair knotted and greasy, her jacket, now to never fit. When I finish painting her I see this woman, just horribly broken... I notice I painted her scars.

The one on her cheek bone, the one one her neck, the ones on her hands. Them there are the emotional scars that are in her soul, her soul is now hollow and grey... Like her eyes.

After Prim died she had nothing else to live for, she's been on suicide watch for months now. It's three in the morning and I'm still not asleep, because I'm looking at my painting... Studying you might say. I haven't been able to look at her for a long time, brief seconds as she passed the house, her going through rooms in her house, or getting out of the shower.

Today was the longest time I could take her in and one part of me loved it, the other hated it. I then look away and cover it up with a sheet. Then I fall asleep.

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"PEETA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I sit straight up out of bed when I hear the blood curdling scream. "PEETA!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!" It's Katniss having a nightmare.

My legs carry down the stairs and out my front door, in the cold of December, only in my underwear. I ram Katniss's door down and run up the stairs to her room. I see her upright in bed screaming, covering her ears. "PLEASE HELP ME PEETA!!!!!!!!!!!" I get Ito her bed and wrap my arms around her body.

"Hey! Hey hey! Shh, I'm here Katniss I'm here." She keeps screaming so I just stay silent and keep holding her shaking body. Her screams turn to hysterical sobbing, then quiet sobbing, talking to herself, whispering, then just staring off into space as her head rests on my shoulder.

"Katniss?" No answer and I shift her weight so her head is resting on my bare chest. She's fell back to sleep with a smile on her face so I lay her back down and was about to leave but she grabs my hand. "Don't leave me, please." I feel how weak her grip is so I crawl back into her bed and wrap my arms around her and kiss her four head.

"Goodnight Katniss." "Goodnight Peeta, I love you." She whispers and falls back to sleep. I swallow an watch as she sleeps. "Am I falling in love with Katniss? Again? The monster? The mutt?"

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