✨The Hunger Games: The Capitol Games✨

Snow broke Effie and Peeta?

I'm laying in my warm, Capitol bed watching the sun rise from the little cracks in the window that used to only show videos of the forest, street, stars, basically anything you can think of. I watch a small piece of glass fall to the ground from the window. The window is shattered and cracked with small bits of it's glass all over the place. I try and remember I how it happened but for some reason I can't, it's like my memory has been erased of anything that has happened in the last 24 hours. I need to talk to someone. As I sit up I hear a someone bang on the door continuously.
"Come in." I groan.
The banging doesn't stop though, in fact it gets louder so I get out of bed and go open the door cautiously.
I see Peeta standing there, shaking madly.
"Peeta! What happened?" I start to take a step closer bet he moves away.
"They- they tried to kill me, I think, I mean they had a gun to my head and I-" he let's out a sigh and closes his eyes.
I don't know what to say so I pull him into a tight hug until after what seems like forever, he pulls away.
"Who tried to kill you?" I ask him as we walk to the dining room.
"Don't you remember?"
"Remind me," I say with a grin. "What exactly am I supposed to remember?
This seems to cheer him up for a second, because a small smile starts to form but gets wiped away with a look of dread almost instantly.
"They knocked you out pretty hard, didn't they?" He asks almost whispering as we take out seats at the table for breakfast.
I assume this is a rhetorical question since he knows I wouldn't have remembered how hard I got knocked out, and frankly I don't even vaguely remember getting knocked out at all.

Effie shows up a few minutes later and takes a seat in front of Peeta.
"So! How have you two been? Feels like we haven't talked in forever!" Exclaims Effie, breaking the awkward silence that was lingering in the air.
"Um," Peeta starts thoughtfully. "Great, how are you? I mean, aren't you- you know- er..." he can't find the right words and starts to stutter. This is the first time I've ever seen Peeta not able to find the right words. It's his biggest strength and I think whatever happened last night must have shaken him up so much that it's taken this amazing quality away from him. A small part of the boy with the bread is gone.
"Oh, right. About that," Effie starts in a chirpy voice. "I have been training and doing quite well, if I do say so myself." She let's out a short sigh and smiles brightly.
"Well I better be off then!" She says and starts to get up from the table.
"What? I mean, aren't you going to stay for breakfast?" I ask, with an overly confused look on my face.
An expression of shock quickly passes over Effie's face then covers it with a very fake smile. She sits back down in her seat and glances over at us then at her empty plate, not daring to let her smile fade for even a second.
"Well, I must say-" she says in her normal voice but even I could tell how hard she's trying to hold back tears. Peeta and I look at each other knowingly. She isn't doing alright at all and I don't know how we didn't see it sooner. Effie is amazing at covering up her emotions.
I get up and walk around the table to Effie. I put my hand on her shoulder and reassure her that it's going to be ok.
"Please, Katniss," she says as tears fall from her chin and onto her big, puffy, purple dress. "I'm fine, really! I'm just having, er, a bit of trouble getting used to all these new rules with the games. But surely you wouldn't want to hear me complain, you've been there, done that!" She forces out a laugh which makes her cry even more.
"Come, we'll go over to my room so we can talk. We have tons of advice to give and since we are technically your mentors then it wouldn't hurt to get some information in you before you go, would it?" I ask and look over to Peeta, nodding my head, signalling him to say something.
"Yeah! Let's go." He says chewing his food, which- if Effie wasn't so sad- would have made Effie go ballistic.
That's all he says. But I guess that will have to do for now.

We make our way out to my room and I can't help thinking about what happened last night. Peeta said someone tried to kill him, that's insane, I mean, right? Well I can't say I'm surprised, my life seems to be so full of madness I don't think anything really fazes me anymore. But this, for some reason makes me uneasy. I'm not sure why but the thought of Peeta almost dying most likely because he told me about... told me about, actually I don't really remember. I just remover our last conversation when he said that what he was about to tell me could put us both in danger. After that is all a big mess of blur and faded memories, none of which make any sense whatsoever.
"Effie, here have a seat on the bed for a minute. I'll go get you a glass of water." I say making eye contact with Peeta, hoping he'll get the message.
"But-" he starts to protest.
I pull him out of the room and far out of earshot into the hall so we can talk.
"Listen to me," I look at him and hold him arms with a firm grip. "I can't play these guessing games anymore, it's driving me crazy. I know your traumatized and all but it would be a lot easier for me to help you if you could tell me what happened last night."
"D-d-d don't hold so t-tight." He stutters again and I can't help but let a small tear droplet fall from my eye.
I let go of him but keep my eye contact intense.
"Ok, sorry, but I really need to know." I tell him trying to sound as calm as I can.
I hear Effie's sobs get louder and louder until I give up.
"You know what, lets just go in there and help Effie then you have to tell me OK?" I ask as I start to walk to the kitchen.
"Ok." He says slowly.
I keep walking towards the kitchen to get Effie's glass of water when I look back to see Peeta just staring at me with wide eyes like he's tying to say something but can't.
"Are you alright?" I call over to him.
"You -y-you do know that you can just order a glass of water from the room, right?" He says sheepishly.
"Oh, right, thanks." I walk over to him.

We make our way to my room and I open the door.
"Hey Ef-" I choke on my words. The room is completely ruined with the comforter on the floor, the mattress leaning onto the nightstand and the glass lamp broken. I glare at Peeta who looks terrified, I try to suppress my fear so that maybe Peeta won't feel so worried. He walks around the room and turns to me.
"Alright, I'll tell you what happened now, this has gone too far." He says and looks around with a sigh.

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