Ablaze (after the Mockingjay) ON HOLD

CHAPTER 8:

After I punch Gale I run home. I run up the stairs, go into my bedroom, and lay on my bed. I try to cry but I am to angry.  How could he do this? Why did he do this? I will stop him. Nobody will take my kids from me. Why didn't I kill him? I will kill him!  These thoughts run through my head as I throw pillows against the wall. I flashback to the first games. I imagine Cato being eaten, Glimmer being attacked by tracker-jackers, and Foxface's mistake with the berries. Then I flashback to the second. I think of the jabber-jays, the monkeys, and the fog. It's all too much. I bury my head in my knees and weep. Shortly afterwards I pass out.

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 When I sleep I have the nightmare again. Now I am know it means something. The dream is almost over when I wake up to a knock on the door. "Katniss, are you in there? Open the door! We need to talk." Peeta says.

I look at the clock. It is 4:45. I should have already picked the kids up. I assume and hope Peeta did it. Then the day's events come flooding back in to my mind. I begin to cry again. I haven't wanted to kill someone this bad since Snow. They are basically the same person now sadly.

I will kill him.

I look in the mirror. I look like a wreck. My hair is crazy and my cheeks are wet from crying. I quickly comb down my hair. But, that's useless. I'm still ugly. I look at my scars. The ones I got from my experiences in the games. Then I look at my burns. The ones I got from stopping the games. It's all useless now.

I walk out of the bedroom. Peeta walks downstairs and I follow him. He stands in the kitchen and makes himself a sandwich. As he slices the bread I ask "Where are the kids?".

Peeta says "Effie is watching them at Haymitch 's place."

I hear a voice from behind me say, "Hey sweetheart."

I turn around and see Haymitch sitting at my kitchen table. "Hi Haymitch." I say in an annoyed voice. I have no clue why he's here.

"You, Katniss, got us in to a litle problem. Why did you think it was a good idea to try to stab the president? What were you thinking?" Haymitch asks me.          

"What do you mean?" I ask and sit next to him.

"You could be executed for treason! Wake up Katniss! You're not some punk kid acting like a mockingjay anymore. Wake up girl!" Haymitch shouts. He takes a deep breath and says, "Now hun, the hunger games aren't for certain. It's just an idea. The only problem here is that you will most certainly at least be arrested."

 I think about this for awhile. I guess he's right. I got lucky and only went to prison when I killed Coin. But, I don't care I'm to upset to reason. "Then so be it," I say in reply, "I just wish I would have killed him."

Haymitch is furious. "Sweetheart, this isn't a rebellion! I'm just worried about your safety. I still want to know why you attempted to stab him! What were you thinking? I know you were mad. Don't get me wrong, I am too. We need to come up with something to do. Quick!"

Peeta says, "We could hide in 13 until this all blows over."

"Hiding? My own, my friend's, and everyone else's kid's lives are at stake. Trust me I'm willing to do a little more than just hide!" I scream at Peeta.

"Oh please! Like you think I'm not concerned!" I know he probably is more concerned than me. He was the one who kept begging me for the children. I remember when he first held our daughter. He was the happiest he ever was. His eyes were full of joy. The hatred and worry his nightmares may someday cause her pain went away. When I told him we were going to have a son he got so excited. He forgot that the child was inside of me and picked me up and whirled me around. Realization quickly hit him and he put me down and quickly said "Oops, sorry." We both laughed for what seemed like forever.

Haymitch opens his mouth to say something. I talk before he can. "Hiding though? How is that going to help? I think fighting is the best solution. Besides, Gale knows about district 13. Everyone does. If Gale saw that we were missing, 13 would be the first place he'd look!"

"That's all true but, fighting is not the answer. Yes, you aren't the kid you were, but you're Katniss. People still might follow you. That could lead to war and extinction easily. You know the power that last war had. You wouldn't want that to happen, would you?" Haymitch says. He removes a silver flask from his pocket and takes a gigantic swig out of it.

I tell him, "Now you're beginning to sound like Snow!". He stares at me.

"Annie!" Peeta says. "Annie!"

"What?" Haymitch and I ask at once.

"We could go live with Annie Odair in 4 for a bit." Peeta says.

"You're delusional." I tell him regretting it the moment I say it.

"The boy has a point. No one would expect Katniss living with the mad widow and her son." says Haymitch.

"Don't refer to Annie as a 'mad widow'!" I say, "And for the last time, we are not going into hiding! By the way, how did you find out about this?" Haymitch grins and nod towards Peeta. I take a deep breath, stand, smooth out my pants, and say, "Well then. If you excuse me I will be in my room. Peeta, pick up the kids. Feel free to sleep on the couch because I would like to sleep by myself this evening. I need to be alone. Goodbye." I run up to my bedroom.

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(A/N) I hate this chapter but there ya go