I wake up In the house alone, where's Peeta? My hole body fells on fire. I rest my hand on stomach only to be horrified to feel my trousers socked through with blood. Of course it's not my period, I've had them before and it not like this and I'm pregnant. Then I memory of the candle stick coming down on my body, on my stomach comes back to me. I'm consumed the feeling that my baby, my not jet full grown baby is dead, gone. "Help" I scream at the top of my voice, and then again and again. I can't help but just cry I know no one coming to help me. I start to let my mind go, I begin to ask my self question that no one can really answer. What would have happened if Prim hadn't been reaped? Would the rebellion have happened? Would Peeta have made it? Would I have got married to Gale? Would we have run away to the woods together? Would we have had kid? Would they have been reaped? Everything is running through my mind but I'm stopped by a noise coming from outside. Could it be Haymitch? Could it be Peeta come back to finish me off?
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After the rebellion
FanfictionThis was my first story and it has lots and lots of spelling mistakes so read at your own risk. Fanfiction from @always_the_hungergames (Instagram account) Katniss life has been full of pain and lose. She lost her father at 11 and had to feed her...
