Katniss and Peeta: For you

Cautiously

Katniss POV

Rue

A spear in her stomach.

Cinna

Tortured to death.

Mags

Sacrificed herself so we could escape the fog.

Wiress

Her throat slit by Gloss.

Boggs

Legs blown off by a mislabeled pod.

Finnick

Killed by lizard mutts.

And Prim

Oh...My sweet Prim.

Blown to bits by a bomb that my once dear friend friend Gale designed.

I wake up screaming.

 Every night for the past two weeks, my sleep has been filled with nightmares of the friends I've lost. My young sister at the top of the list, every single night, I see her small body become a human torch. Tonight's no exception.

I place my hand on chest, panting, sobbing for the friends I've lost.  

"Primrose!" I cry. "Prim!"

I hear footsteps.  I cautiously reach for my knife. No one else lives in this house, not sense my mother left and...and Prims death.  Greasly Sae comes to cook my breakfast and dinner, but she went home to care for her granddaughter when the sun had set. 

I used to not understand why Haymitch sleeps with a knife. But now I do, for his safety. Snow may be gone, but his supporters are still out there,  we are always in danger.

 The games may be over, but our scars remain. 

The door opens, I leap forward pressing my knife to the intruders throat. I breathe heavily.   

"Your a real ray of sunshine aren't you sweetheart?" Wheezes a voice. 

 I drop the knife to my side. "Haymitch." I sigh.  

"You poured water on me to wake me." Groans Haymitch. "You slap me when I rescue you from the arena and now, you hold me at knifepoint, when I come to check you."        

I plop onto my bed, Haymitch sits beside me.                

"What are you doing here?" I say, wiping tears off my face.        

 Haymitch shrugs, "can't sleep." He answers simply.

  I nod, Haymitch has been suffering from nightmares, he doesn't know, but he talks in his sleep, i've heard him cry out my name, Peeta's, Effie's and his old allies Maysilee

We sit silently together, tears slip down my face, Haymitch rubs my back.         

 "I was talking to Peeta this morning." Haymitch says suddenly. "He asked about you."       

 "Really?" I say hoarsely. "What did he say?"         

 I haven't spoken to Peeta since the day he returned, it's been to hard for both of us.  Our relationship had been destroyed by the tracker jacks, and now we have no crisis to bring us together.                              

"He was asking about how you dropped a nest full of tracker jackers on him and the careers."      

 "What did he think I did?" I ask cautiously.               

 "Well..." Haymitch says, pausing to take a swig  from a bottle. "He was confused. At first he thought you were trying to kill him, I eventually convinced him that you were just trying to get the careers, not him."            

   "Good." I say, as I lye my bed. I may be speaking with Peeta, but I hate the thought of him hating me, like how he did when we were reunited in thirteen.

"Your going to have to speak with him." Haymitch says, taking another swig from his bottle.           "I know I'll have to speak with him." I groan. "Eventually."

"Actually...." Haymitch says sheepishly.    

  I frown, In the years I have known Haymitch, he has always spoken to me in four ways, most often drunk, or gruff. Then with exasperation, if he's trying to get me to do something, or calmly, if he's trying to calm me down. He is not one to be sheepish. 

"What?" I ask, sitting up. "What's going on?"            

Haymitch turns to me, a small smile appearing on his face.     

 "Effie's coming to visit."                                    

I know this chapter was short, SORRY. hopefully they're be longer. thanks for reading!