Mockingjay's Daughter (Hunger Games Fanfiction)

Chapter 35: Daughter

PART 2

Katniss' P.O.V

Willow and Drakob are shivering on the small mountian ledge, surrounded by fierce, dangerous lava hissing away, attacking their only place for cover. Tears are streaming down her sunken face, fear filling her eyes.

Me hopeless to help her.

"Sing," Drakob says smiling at her, while the whole mountian crumbles and demolishes around them, but they are still keeping sane.

Willow pauses to think of a song then starts singing "The Hanging Tree," a depressing song but I used to sing it every night to her before she fell asleep. Peeta never really liked me singing a song like this to her since it was really about loss and death, but let me anyway. I remember the way her eyes would light up when I sung each verse slowley, softly to her. She was doing the same now, her enchanting voice spreading across the Games. Drakob reacted the same way to her singing as me and Peeta did.

Willow was normally too shy to sing infront of anyone except me and Peeta. This must of been her first time. I always knew she was a amazing singer.

She finishes the last word softly, similing back at him then they kiss again. She was in love with Drakob, anyone can see it. I just hope she gets out alive and can cope with loosing him. I know how it feels to lose someone you love more than anything in the world. Despite her being so young, I want what's best for her.

Drakob has shown how much he has changed due to Willow and the Games. I can say for myself that I think he is a nice person.

I just hope that she can deal with it. I never, ever wanted any of this to happen to her. I just waned her to have a normal childhood without any complication...even though any parent knows that is practically impossible. Espeshly from the way me and Peeta were brought up.

The rebel team have been sent out to get Willow and then if they can, Drakob and bring them back to District 12.

The rebellion has started again.

When Willow has to say goodbye to Drakob I can not bare to watch anymore though I have to. Me and Peeta sit in silent tears watching her get lifted away from him. Her bad leg hanging, fragile body trying to get out and more tears.

Then the Capitols anthem plays, showing the Panem symbol. This marks that the games are over. I hope Willow is ok. But as the credits are showing, it plays back every tributes face. District 1, 2, 3, 4 until 12.

Willows appearing last.

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I shoot bolt upwards, awoken from another one of daily nightmare's, screaming as loud as my lungs would hold me. I dream of every episode of The Hunger Games and wake up abrubtly like this. I must of been doing this in my sleep too because Peeta's arm stayed over my left shivering shoulder, already and caressing me in his comforting smell. Holding me as I cry into his open arms. This has been our routine every night since me and Peeta had found out about the reaping being held and Snow's grandson becoming President.

The fact she's not here makes it so much more painful and worse. I miss her so much, whenever I see her pretty face on TV, I burst out crying, shes so much like Prim it's un real. Her strength and courage has made us so proud of her.

He mutters words like; "It's all going to be ok." and "Shhhhh Kat." Which ultimately does not help me at all.

I know he is going through the same pain as me, but he is better at hiding it than I am. Once I would of been able to keep it together more, but now I'm a broken mess after what happened 20 years ago. I do feel bad for not supporting him as much as I should, since he has for me. But it's just so hard. I never really used to cry as much as I do know. It's impossible to hide any emotion from anyone now. I used to be good at it but now, I am a trainwreck.

But nothing will help this never ending nightmare known as "reality". Our daughter was in The Hunger Games, forced to kill other children in order to survive. She may of been one of the last two left, but I saw the way she looked at Drakob. She loves him. The way me and Peeta love each other. Me and Peeta had finished watching the last episode of The Games only hours before going to bed (which was not a good idea).

Peeta starts stroking my dark hair. "They rescued her, remember Katniss? We got the rebels to rescue her!" He reassured. "She is going to be back home with us soon."

"That does not mean that she is going to be ok though," I sit up again to look at him directly. "She's lost Drakob. She'll never be ok properly again. And the rebellion won't help, since the rebals are practically forcing me to be their Mockingjay. She's going to be put in even more danger again. All because of me!"

"-It's not because of you Katniss! You are trying to make Panem better not worse. You have done nothing wrong. Kenneth will pay for what he's done to our daughter."

"But I have," I cry out, practically spitting on his face. "I had always said to myself that I was never having kids. And I did. I betrayed myself."

"How can you say that?" Peeta reacts shocked. "Try and imagine life without her Katniss, she kept us together. Held it all together when things got bad."

"I couldn't. I never even meant it like that," I exclame to him. "And it only ever got bad for us when your flashbacks got worse." I add.

"But I cannot help it! I am unbelievably sorry for the amount of pain I've caused you from it but it is the Capitol's fault. If I could change all of that in a heartbeat I could, you know that. I have no control over what happens." Peeta's eyes starting to water also. "Right?"

"Right."

"Katniss." Peeta starts, taking a deep breath. "Since I've got over the bad flashback's again which started going five years ago, it has always felt as if you where hiding something from me. I just know you are because something has never felt quite right since then with you..."

He was right.

Oh god.

I have never told Willow or Peeta about what I was hiding. When it happened, I always just blocked it out of my mind trying to conceal it, then cried about if for weeks when I was on my own. The pain of it. I would go to the forest and tell him I was hunting but instead, I would just pour my heart out. But Peeta can read me like a children's book.

I can not face up to it right now, far too much is happening for me to think about it again. I don't think Peeta will cope either.

It may of been five years ago, but I will never forget it. He has as much of a right as me to know about it but I can not grieve about it again along with Peeta. He will feel so much guilt from it. Willow is going through a lot right now, she needs all my support and can not know about it and neither can Peeta. None of them can, only me,

She needs to come first.

"Well?" He asks raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I lie through my teeth. "I'm going to clean Willow's room then go to the rebel base to meet her." I rise from our double framed bed and walk over to my wardrobe, pulling out my hunting boots, leather jacket, undie's and a random top and trousers, not caring how I look.

"It's 5:30 in the morning Katniss. She won't be back until much later on." Why is he talking to me as if I am crazy? His tone of voice says it all.

"Right."

"Are you going to go back to bed then and leave your clothes to the side for later on when you wake up?"

"I'm going to do what I've just told you Peeta," I walk out of the room, carrying my outfit with both of my arms.

He calls out to me "Wai-"

I just slam the door in response, not listening to him.

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So what was your thoughts of the first chapter of Part 2?

What is Katniss hiding???????????