Maybe It Can Be Real

Chapter 5

OH MY GOD I WANT TO KILL WATTPAD EVEN THOUGH I CANT SINCE ITS A WEBSITE!!! IT DELETED THE BEGINNING OF MY CHAPTER! D: I really liked the beginning of it so I'm sorry if the beginning of this one sucks. I'm trying to recreate it, but it's not working.

OH YEAH IM SORRY I WAS REREADING MY LAST CHAPTER AND I NOTICED SOME ERRORS. I DIDNT NOTICE THEM WHEN I PROOFREAD. OBVIOUSLY I NEED TO DO IT BETTER.

NOW WE CONTINUE WITH YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED (jk it's not on a schedule) CHAPTERRRRRR

I FORGOT TO TYPE THIS LAST CHAPTER BUT IT GOES FOR ALL CHAPTERS: ALL RIGHTS GO TO SUZANNE COLLINS. I OWN NOTHING.

It's quite a bit later before either of us speak or move. It was peaceful, though. I didn't mind it.

This never happens, but one person was on my mind a few times: Haymitch. I haven't seen him in a long time. I'm sure Peeta has checked on Haymitch being the kind person he is. I almost ask Peeta about it, but I don't. I feel like if I talk I would reawaken something bad that had taken so long to finally rest.

We are in the same positions as before when Peeta finally speaks up.

"I'm going to go make some food. Neither of us have eaten in a while. I'll be at my house if you need me, okay?", he says.

At first I'm confused at to why he would cook at his house and not at mine and how he knows I haven't eaten. Then I realize I have next to nothing in my kitchen so it makes sense. Also, I'm like a bag of bones: my ribs protruding, knobby elbows and knees, bony fingers and arms. I didn't really see how thin I was getting. This runs through my head making me silent until it dawns on me that he asked a question.

"Oh, um, okay," I reply while blushing a little.

He grins a little then gets out of bed. He puts his shoes on and walks out.

I put my hands on my face and take a deep breath. I can't believe I've been with Peeta without having a major breakdown. That's good, right? I hope.

I still can't process the fact that I haven't shut Peeta out.... yet. I'm pretty sure I'm going to shut him out, sadly. I don't know why, it's just weird he's here again, I guess.

Another thought hits me: I haven't used my rope all day. Maybe I shouldn't ignore Peeta.... he's helping me. I don't know. I continue to lay there and mull things over for a while. A couple times I was breathing quickly and starting to shake, but I was able to calm down a little.

I'm still in one of the fits when Peeta returns. He comes upstairs holding a basket of food, but he puts it down and walks quickly over here to the bed with a worried look.

"Katniss....?", he asks, unsure of what's going on. He reaches out to rub my arm or something, but I yank my arm out of his reach.

"Don't touch me!!", I shriek and turn away.

"What's wrong?", Peeta asks me, with some hurt in his voice. "Katniss?"

I pull the covers over my head and sob. What's going on with me? This is really weird. I was fine earlier.... I hear Peeta's footsteps recede. I lay there for a few minutes just unnecessarily sobbing. After a bit I go downstairs while occasionally hiccuping.

I see Peeta sitting at my table with his head in his hands. "What did I do?", he mumbles, not having heard me come down.

A board creaks under my feet and Peeta's head shoots up. "Katniss," he begins, "I-I don't know what I did. I'm sorry." He bites his lip and glances away. "I understand if you want me to go away," he says with a sad look in his eyes.