Simply Everlark (After Mockingjay)

Chapter 15

Surging through the crowds at district twelve's train station was hectic. Peeta's arms seemed to tighten around me as he pushed through the swarm of reporters. My head was pounding from all of the commotion, flashing lights from their cameras and the endless questions had seemed to only worsen the pain.

Katniss! they would scream their questions.

How are you feeling?

Are you and Peeta officially together?

Did he hurt you during one of his flashbacks?

Did Peeta do this to you?

I was forced to clamp my shaken hands onto my ears in order to keep their false assumptions out. I hated hearing their lies even if they were just questions. To have someone believe something so wrong made me sick. Peeta could in no way harm me. He was the one who stood beside me while I was on that unstable latter. It was my decision to go back onto the death trap while Peeta was cooking. I should be the one who takes all the blame, not Peeta who was simply trying to protect me.

I push my head even further into Peeta's chest, almost to the point where I believe I'm hurting him. I guess he noticed the gesture because his arms wrap even tighter on my body. His thumbs rub slightly over my upper leg, doing what ever he can to keep me calm.

It takes awhile for all three of us to push through the crowd of people. Not being able to see, I could start to hear commotion diminish behind the palms of my hands. They release their grip on my ears and I cover my hands over my eyes. My headache is far from fine even though the noise has seemed to stop. My eyes are still snapped shut even though they are covered by my connected fingers. Anything to get this pain away would be great.

I guess being occupied though my many thoughts hadn't allowed me to realize that we were already back to the victors village. Haymitch had spoke up telling Peeta to let me rest until the pain in my head was manageable while he go and gather my things. The whole thought of living with Peeta had slipped my mind through everything else that had been going on.

Peeta's boots clamber up the stairs of his home with myself still laying in his grasp. His fingers struggle finding the key slot and fitting in the key properly, but after a while of trying, he finally heaves open the front door.

Inside the home is comfortable -not too hot yet not too cold. My hands drop from over my eyes and less force from my body is being pushed into Peeta's chest. Inside is pretty dark seeing that there is no source of light on, so that seems to ease the pain a bit.

Peeta tightens his grip onto my body once again, probably preparing to voyage up the stairs. His boots are still tapping on the hardwood floor and it's the only source of sound in the room being that we had just walked into a vacant house.

Peeta travels up the stairs very slowly, readjusting his grip on my body after every step he takes. Needless to say, we eventually had went up and he carried me into what I believe is a bedroom. Haymitch's words made me believe so. She needs rest.

Peeta travels around the room; with my eyes still closed, I have not a clue what we are walking into. But suddenly, he has me nervous. The sudden feeling as if Peeta is going to drop me hits as his grip loosens around my body. Still eyes clambered shut, I have no idea what he could accomplishing with this other than scaring me out of my mind. Without thinking, my hands grip the fabric of his shirt as my eyes clench shut. If I was going to fall, I didn't want it to be painful.

"Hey," Peeta says stroking my arm as he dips down and places my into a bed. He wasn't going to drop me, it was just a bed. "You're okay."

My eyelids slowly start to open, not wanting to feel sudden pain from readjusting to the light. The outline of Peeta's body comes into view first and as my eyes start to part, his features come into view.