Chapter 4

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I ended up just sitting on the rock. The sun started going down, so I forced myself to rise. I shot one turkey to bring home and cook. I would usually hunt two or three, but I don't need them anymore because there is nobody else to feed but me. Once I get home I drop the turkey on the counter and walk upstairs to get clean clothes on. I come back downstairs and sit on the couch and the memories come flowing back. The hunting. The games. The war. My sister being blown to bits from what I believe was Gale's bomb. My father being blown to bits in the mining accident. I have gotten stronger in emotion since the war ended. But my mind has felt almost blank since the war ended. I was unable to think. This is the first time that I've really thought about it for this whole entire month. At first I feel like I can be strong and fight through the pain. Suddenly I feel like a piece of wood slowly breaking, until I snap. I burst out crying, running my hands through my hair. As I feel the warm, salty tears fall upon my cheeks, there is a different feeling arising in the pit of my stomach. It takes me a minute to understand what the feeling is. Anger. I am furious. I am mad at Snow. The Capitol in general. For what they did to our world, to my district, to my family, and mostly, to Peeta. I stand up and pick up the closest thing to my hand, which is a vase, and smash it on the ground. The vase shatters into a thousand pieces. And at that moment I realize how much I miss Peeta. His strong arms around me, keeping away any bad dreams or memories that tried to slip into my mind.

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