Growing Together - An Everlark Fanfic

Chapter 2

Thankyou so much to everyone that commented and asked me to carry on because I wasn't planning to!

Here's chapter 2...

It's been a few weeks since I did that. I feel terrible doing it but, at the same time, it releases all the pain and grief from me.

I haven't told anyone I'm doing it. Greasy Sae hasn't noticed. Haymitch only comes over to check I'm still alive.

Although I kind of wish I wasn't.

The morning I wake up on the dusty sofa, my haunting dream still scraping away outside the window, I freak out.

I run outside to see Peeta planting roses outside my house.

How dare he do that. How dare he plant roses, the thing that reminds me of Snow the most. And when I think of Snow, I think of Prim.

Peeta notices me standing there, shocked, so he says, "Oh I'm sorry, they're primroses. I thought it would be nice...I'm sorry...it was stupid of me...I'll get rid of them, if you'd like?"

"No, it's okay," I tell him, my voice hoarse. "They're nice," I manage to get out before I run back inside and to the bathroom.

I grab the razor and lock myself in my closet, cutting through my skin and sobbing.

I jolt awake in the morning, my voice raw from screaming, my cheeks wet from crying, and my arms tight with dried blood from the cutting.

I have no energy to do anything so I stay in the closet, curled in the fetal position, like all those times in District 13.

I can't face anyone. Not Sae. Not Dr Aurelius. Not my mother or Peeta.
Not even Haymitch.

I hear Greasy Sae leave the house after making the breakfast that I'm not going to eat, before I drag myself out the closet in search of some rope.

I look in the kitchen, the living room and the study, but I find no ropes.

This is the most amount of exertion I've done in a while, so I need to sit and rest.

After a few hours of staring into space, I decide to go down into the basement in my search for some rope.

I descend the old wooden steps and into the dark, dust-filled basement.

I search for a while before I find some rope of different sizes.

I take the shortest one - about half a metre - before returning to the main house.

I go back to my closet and sit in there, tying knot after knot.

This relaxes me somewhat, so I close my eyes and lean my head back, my fingers still tying.

After a few minutes I realise I've been tying and re-tying the same knot over and over.

I open my eyes and discover I've tied a noose.

"Oh," I whisper, an idea suddenly coming into my head.

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