The Hunger Games - Primrose Everdeen

Chapter thirteen

I don't dare go down to dinner. Once I'm in my room I stay there. I yank off the dress and peel off the shoes and slip into silky, laced pajama's. Instead of eating super with everyone else, I order food and have it delivered through a modernized dumbweighter. Within just thrity secounds my food is here and I'm chowing down. My taste buds explode. In all of this drama I hadn't realized how starved I was. 

There's a knock on my door. "Go away!" I shout.

"Please let me talk to you." Says who I beleive is Haymitch. 

"Leave, Haymitch!" I demand.

There's a pause and then the voice is back, "It's Peeta." 

I take a bite of my corn bread before answering. "Fine, come in." I say tiredly. 

He opens the door and steps through the threshhold. "I saw what happened."

"I think the whole world did. Or at least heard it." I take a sip of the hot chocolate. Slightly, it burns my tongue and throat but I almost like it. At least I'm getting use to pain...

Peeta chuckles a tiny bit, then walks over and sits on the bed. "I should have just told you, so you wouldn't have been so shocked. Or at least should have told Katniss at some point before the reaping. Just in case." He says.

"No, it's fine. Anyways, it's between you and Katniss. Not you, Katniss, and me." Sweetly, I say.

"It's not fine. Where you thinking of what I said when Effie yelled at you?" Asks Peeta.

"In a way, yes. But you didn't know."  I answer.

He sighs. "I'm sorry. Because if you had known then you wouldn't have gotten yelled at by Ms. Manners." I laugh slightly, then take another bite of corn bread.

"It isn't your fault, Peeta. Stop apoligizing!" I wine patheticly. Why can't he just drop it? 

"It is my fault!" Peeta recounters. "I feel awful."

"Now you know how I feel about the whole thing you mentioned where even if you did make it back Katniss would never forgive you. Then the girl you like would never like you back. So, I feel terrible. We're even then." I say finally pleased. 

He nods. "Maybe." 

"Not maybe," I say. "We are even." I snatch a secound piece of conbread and offer it to Peeta.

"Thanks." He says kindly taking it from my hand. "Suprisingly, at the bakery back home we only made corn bread for the harvest festival. It's always been my favorite."

Again, I sink my teeth into the fluffy golden bread. "Same. It's just so different from the other breads."

"Not entirely true." Peeta tells me. "Some taste like it, but not as much flavor to it."

"You know too much about bread." I laugh. 

He laughs, too. "Well, you know too much about first aid." That's true. Whenever someone has been injured in the Seam - well, pretty much most of District Twelve - they're brought to my mother. I always help, never scared but even the worst of injuries. 

"Yep." I say.

Peeta yawns. "Tomorrow is a big day... Get some sleep." He leaves my room and turns off the light as he does so.

"Goodnight." I say before he's out the door. 

"You too." And he's gone. I feel a sense of security leave the room with him. Leaving me bitter and cold.  Heartless and scared. 

My eyes close but my brain doesn't shut off. Fortunaley, after what seems to be an hour my brain agrees to get some sleep and brings me peaceful dreams. Katniss and home. My friends laughing alongside me. Peeta and Katniss, together.

Effie, even though she oviously hates me, is knocking on my door telling me to get up. She lacks her cheerfulness, but it's not because I'm going into the Hunger Games today. Oh, no. It's because she now officially hates me. 

It's not until I'm fully awake that I notice the tear stains on my pillow. When was I crying? In my sleep? No, I had good dreams. 

I stop thinking about it and take a quick shower, but I enjoy every drop of hot water, knowing that this could very well be my last shower. I dress in something comfortable because I will get what I am to wear in the arena later. But for now I can wear whatever I want. 

I look to the clock and see that I still have eight minutes left. A smile jumps onto my lips and I grab a pair of fluffy socks. Tears are running down my cheeks but I don't care, I slid all over the floor, being very careful not to fall. Eight minutes later I run down to the elevator where Haymitch and Peeta are waiting. 

"Let's go." Haymitch says. "Be careful you two. Don't go into the Cornucopia. You better off without it. Don't trust anyone. And Prim, I found out from Sedar," Sedar is Rue's mentor. "that you and Rue have formed an alliance. That's something that you're supposed to tell your mentor about."

"Sorry. Didn't know I had to." I say in a shaky voice.

"Don't be." He says as we finally reach the roof.

My whole body is shaking now and I can hardly hold in the tears. "We'll be okay, right Peeta?"

His response terrifies me. "No, we won't. Even if one of us make it out. No one in that arena will be okay."

The DVD is coming out at Midnight today!! I'm so excited!! bye!!