district high school ♞ everlark

Chapter 12

Katniss POV

Peeta's mom finally left, so he can go on the ski trip during Christmas break without asking her. I'm really glad about that because I hate her and I hate it when he gets hurt by her.

I decided I'd pop by the bakery today because I love Peeta's homemade cheese buns.

Someone steps inside right before me, and I catch the door just in time to step inside. I walk up to the counter to find no one there, so I walk to the back near the kitchen.

My face goes pale as I see Peeta kissing Delly by the ovens.

"P-Peeta?" I stutter as tears start to stream down my face.

"Katniss, no, it's not what it looks like," he runs after me.

"I guess I'm supposed to say, 'I'm fine. It's fine.' Fuck no! I never wanna speak to you again. Thanks a lot, you ruined my life!" I shout and slam the door on my way out.

I run back to my house since I didn't take my car. Salty tears still run down my face for the longest time until I reach my house.

I don't bother going in the front door because no one is home. Mom and Prim went on a business trip with Plutarch. I climb my tree closest to my balcony and jump off.

Opening the glass door, I chuck my bag over to the closet and dash onto my bed, sobbing my guts out.

How could he do this to me? He has no idea how this makes me feel. I'm not a toy and I don't wanna be treated like one.

I stumble out to my car and drive to the nearest drugstore. I want razors.

Walking to the razor aisle, I grab a big pack and walk up to the cashier. She looks to be about my age, most likely in college.

She looks at my razors and then up to my tear-stained face. "I'm asking you to please not do this. I did it before, and I almost died. I can't make you, that's against the law, but please. Don't."

I shake my head. She sighs and scans them, telling me the price. I shove some money into her hand and run out of the drugstore.

When I get up to my room, I stagger into my bathroom and open the pack. I rub up my sleeve and dig the razor into my arm. It feels so bad, but so right. I bite down on my lip to hold my deathly scream. After some more cuts, I throw my razor God knows where and sit back on my bed, curled up in bunches of blankets.

Him.

I start to cry again.
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It's been two weeks. I haven't gone to school at all. I'm starving myself, and Mom and Prim don't even know because they're supposed to be gone for a month and a half. They still check on me through phone calls, but I fake a laugh to hide my poor image.

My friends have tried to come into my house to help me, but I just don't bother to let them in.

My wrists are full of cuts. In my bathroom, blood-stained razors are scattered across the floor.

My stomach doesn't even rumble anymore. I just feel empty.

All I do in a day is listen to music, read, sleep, and cut. That's my rountine.

I don't know if I'm gonna live because I've turned stick-thin. But I honestly don't give a fuck because I have nothing going for me anyway.

Peeta. I wonder how he's doing. He hasn't come to my house at all to try to help me. I should've realized he was a dick earlier. It was all because of his eyes. Jesus, he could make someone jump off a bridge with those.

All I do is think about shit in my life. I've gone crazy. But, again, I don't give a fuck. Because my life fucking sucks right now.

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:0 Omg #plottwist although you guys probably knew something along the lines of this would happen :( poor kat