My Twisted Games

Peeta

I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling. Thoughts roll through my mind.  Why is Katniss acting this way? and What can i do for her? but most of my mind is wrapping around one word, Gale. I had never like him. He was vicious and cruel. I knew he hated me for loving Katniss. When he scavenged District 12 for survivors, he left my family behind all in spite of me.

Knock! Knock! Knock! A small fist bangs briskly on my bedroom door. I'm up in an instant, open the door and find myself face to face with... no one.

I look down and see a small crumpled up paper laying on thw floor. I grab it, open it slowly, and begin reading the sloppy, crayon written letter

Dear Daddy,
        Me and Megan is running away. I is not supposed to tell you. So dont tell Megan. We are leaving because you and mommy dont love us no more. I is sorry that you and mommy is sick, but you needs to love us too. We will never come back, ever.

Love,
Finnick

I stare in horror at the letter, the last sentence ringing through my head.
We will never come back, ever. Tears rolling down my cheek begin nanging to the floor. A wail escapes my mouth. Oh no. The scream rings through my ears, memories of torture come rushing back to me. I drop to the ground and scream for my children, for Katniss, for Snow to drop the knife. I feel the burning in my left leg, right where Snow had stabbed me.

I stand. "No." I can't let my stupid memories get in the way of something much more important.

My Children