Our Life After

Stuck Inside

*Peeta's POV*

When Katniss told me about her mom, I was honestly worried. It looked as if Katniss had just crumpled and died. Her face was pale and her eyes filled with tears as soon as the words came out. I stepped forward to hug her, to comfort her, anything.

"Katniss..." I barely manged to get out before she shoved me away.

"No. Peeta," it sounded like she was struggling to talk, "Peeta I really need to be alone right now. I'm going to bed."

"Katniss, wait..."

"NO!" She yelled at me from her way up the stairs, and I didn't like being yelled at. I was just rying to help, couldn't she see that?

She tried to get up the stairs while remaining calm, but broke into sobs about 3 steps up, tripped on the step, and fell on her face, and didn't get up. Just stayed there. I was reluctant at first, but I ended up walking over to her and scooping her up and putting her in bed.

Then I walked back downstairs and stayed with Lizzie until she fell asleep, then took her upstairs and got into bed with the two of them.

Lizzie woke up about 2 hours later, and Katniss rolled over to feed her, but we did not talk. Lizzie continued to wake uo throughout the night, and Katniss fed her, and I changed her diaper when necessary, and we didn't talk.

The next morning, I woke up and made breakfast for two, but it sat on the counter for two hours and Katniss never came down.

I went up to check on her, and she was sitting straight up in bed, her beautiful gray eyes staring straight ahead, no sign of life coming from her at all. I walked over slowly and sat in the bed next to her. I didn't want to touch her in any way, because I feared she might freak out on me. She was obviosly Not Okay. So I just started talking.

"Katniss, I know this is hard for you, and I actually know exactly how you feel. Keep in mind that I lost my whole family. I will help you through all of this."

She doesn't respond in any way. She doesn't move, doesn't blink, doesn't reply. Only a single tear rolls down her cheek. I leave her, bring her Lizzie when she needs to be fed, but every time I go up there, she hasn't moved, even the slightest. Two days later, she hasn't left bed, hasn't talked to me, hasn't barely eaten anything except what I forcer her to, and I'm truly worried for her. Whenever I go in there, I say hello, and talk to her for a little while, knowing she won't talk back.

After the two days of silence, I sit in the bed next to her and tell her, "I know you're in there, and I'm out here waiting for you whenever you're ready. But I'm seriously worried for you. I hope you decide to come back soon." I give her a kiss on the cheek, turn out the light, and fall asleep.

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