I will always stay with you

Chapter 6

Katniss POV

The next week is one of the worst weeks of life. Monday was the 6 year anniversary of my fathers death. I'm not going to go into any details of how it happened but I will say, I spent all day laying in my bed looking at the only picture of him that I have and crying.

Prim came in and laid in my bed for a couple of hours, neither of us having the strength to go to school. Peeta came over after school but I told prim not to let him in. I would really like to be comforted by those strong arms but I don't want him to see me like this.

This happens all week. I stay in my room barely eating anything and crying all day until I have no more tears left. I go through about 13 bags of extra cheddar gold fish and that's it. Which isn't much because goldfish are basically all air. Peeta comes over every day after school and I send him away every day.

On Friday when he pounds on the door I roll my eyes and get up to tell him to go away.

"Katniss, please open the door, I want to help." he shouts.

"Just go away Peeta, you cant help me. Its a personal matter" I yell back

"Im not leaving until you let me in and at least give me some kind of explanation. " I think about this from his perspective, he finds me crying in my room and then the next day I don't show up school and then the next day and so on. I won't let him into my house and wont talk to him. he at least deserves an explanation so he doesn't think I am just blowing him off.

"Fine you can come in, but your not staying for long. " I say and open the door.He comes in and we go to sit on the couch. He is sitting up strait and looking directly at me. I sit down next to him wondering how to even start this.

I take a deep breath and tell him everything. The mine explosion and my fathers death, my mothers depression, moving. By the time I am finished I am sobbing. Peeta pulls me into a hug, he doesn't ask this time takes my hand in his. With his other hand he gently rubs my arm, I rest my head on his chest and sob. Again. This is getting old. I really need to stop feeling sorry for myself.

After a little bit I pull away and say "thank you" He just nods and stands up not knowing what to do. I get up and grab him for another hug, initiating it myself this time.

"Peeta, I hope you know that I really do appreciate you I just don't like people to see me in this state." I say. I think I am really starting to like this guy but someone as perfect as him would never like me back.

When we are finally done hugging and crying we go up to my room and get started on my giant pile of missing work. So much for Peeta not staying long. By the time we are done and it is time for him to go home its 1 am. I have drunk 3 cups of coffee and Peeta made me eat some healthy veggie thing he made. It was surprisingly kind of OK it looked really gross though.

He drove home and left me alone. Prim comes and knocks on my door as I am falling asleep.

"Can I sleep in here tonight?" she asks

"Sure. You know we have to actually go to school on Monday." I state

"Yeah, I know" is all she says as she climbs in. I curl my body around hers and drape my arm over her body. Nothing and no one will ever hurt her, not if I can help it. That night is the first good nights sleep I have in a week and it is all thanks to Peeta. He gave me an outlet, he let me spill my feelings and emotions and problems to him and he didn't get scared away which says something about his character.

~The next morning~

Today is when Peeta and I are supposed to hang out. I think we are going to go get ice cream and then take a walk in the park. We might meet up with a couple of the other guys, maybe Gale or Finnick.

I put on a crop top with flowers on it and some jean shorts. I don't think I will wear any makeup today, I don't feel like taking the time to do that, and honestly I don't really care what people think.

I grab my keys and drive to the bakery to pick up Peeta. He smiles at me and climbs into my car. "Thank you for yesterday." I tell him. I feel bad for all of the crying that I have been doing and I feel like I was being over dramatic.

"It's definitely OK" Peeta says and I can tell he means it. I still feel bad and at the same time feel so lucky to have him as a friend. Secretly I kind of hope it becomes something more than friendship. He is so nice and he has been through so much and unless he has some secret girl on the side I am going to hope for the best.