Skinny Love

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

-Katniss's POV-

-3 months later-

I waddle on my swollen feet. I'm 5 months pregnant and fat as an elephant! "Peeta!" I scream. "Yes honey?" He calls, I know he's annoyed at me but I can't help it.

"I'm freaking hungry!" I screech. "I know Katniss, please just wait a moment!" He yells back. I groan and flop on the couch. "Here's your food." He says, annoyance in his voice. "Why thank you." I say, and snatch the plate. I gobble it all down and want music on. I groan as I swing my legs off the couch, getting the stereo remote.

I hum as I turn on Miserable At Best By Mayday Parade. I nod my head to the beat, singing the lyrics.

"Katie, don't cry, I know
You're trying your hardest
And the hardest part is letting go
Of the nights we shared
Ocala is calling
And you know it's haunting
But compared
To your eyes,
Nothing shines
Quite as bright

And when we look to the sky,
It's not mine,
But I want it so

Let's not pretend like you're alone tonight
(I know he's there and)
You're probably hanging out and making eyes
(while across the room he stares)
I'll bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor
And ask my girl to dance, and she'll say yes

Because these words were never easier for me to say
Or her to second guess
But I guess
That I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable at best

You're all that I hoped to find
In every single way
And everything I would give
Is everything you couldn't take
'Cause nothing feels like home,
You're a thousand miles away
And the hardest part of living
Is just taking breaths to stay

'Cause I know I'm good for something
I just haven't found it yet
But I need it

So let's not pretend like you're alone tonight
(I know he's there and)
You're probably hanging out and making eyes
(while across the room he stares)
I'll bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor
And ask my girl to dance, and she'll say yes

Because these words were never easier for me to say
Or her to second guess
But I guess
That I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable at best

Ladada ladada ladadaoh ohhh

And this'll be the first time in a week
That I'll talk to you
And I can't speak
It's been three whole days since I've had sleep
'Cause I dream of his lips on your cheek
And I got the point that I should leave you alone
But we both know that I'm not that strong
And I miss the lips that made me fly

So let's not pretend like you're alone tonight
(I know he's there and)
You're probably hanging out and making eyes
(while across the room he stares)
I'll bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor
And ask my girl to dance, and she'll say yes

Because these words were never easier for me to say
Or her to second guess
But I guess
That I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable
And I can live without you
But without you I'll be miserable
And I can live without you
Oh, without you I'll be miserable at best." I sing.

I hear Peeta gasp. I, curious, head into the kitchen to see him watching the T.V. I walk over to him and watch the T.V.

A man with a white beard and a white Rose appears, he has an evil grin. "Good morning citizens, President Paylor has been...assassinated. I am your new president, Coriolanus  Snow. For now on a new event every year shall be taken on. Called, The Hunger Games. This year it till be 12 and up, but after that only 12-16 year olds. All shall be reaped and taken under custody of the Capitol. If you do not agree, thy shall be punished with death. So I advise you to surrender. All tributes will be shown on and sponsors will donate during the hunger games. It will be a fight to the death with a lone victor standing. Thank you and have a wonderful day." Then the TV switches off.

I look at Peeta with a terrified expression, what if I'm reaped or him, or both? I stand up and fly from the room, out the door. Tears stream down my face as I hear people sobbing and screaming from their houses. My long, wavy brown hair flutters behind me as I run and clutch my bump. Why does this have to happen to me?

Why me? I keep questioning myself. The reaping, it's tomorrow. I'm honestly scared to death. Shivers send up my spin and I viciously shake of fear. The man that had a white beard, with piercing snake eyes, a deadly, delicate white Rose in his claws he calls hands is stealing my future.

Taking everything I love.