|The Everyday Struggles
Author: Fire is in my name PM
We all know what happens during the rebellion and in the epilogue, but what happened in between. Does Katniss and Peeta live like in the Quater Quell, with a prospering romance? Do the two end up breaking off their romance because of the pain? Do they learn to grow stronger because of what they have left to endure? First official fanfic guys, reviews are very welcomeRated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Adventure - Katniss E. & Peeta M. - Chapters: 7 - Words: 10,338 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 08-07-12 - Published: 06-29-12 - id: 8269101
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I could feel my heart breaking when Peeta stormed out of the house. I could also feel my blood boiling once he called me childish. However it was Haymitch that threw me over the edge. Of all the things to do he starts cackling, I know this shouldn't surprise me-and it doesn't really-but it did make me mad.
I give him a nasty stare which just brings him to more cackling. "Look Haymitch-"
"No you look. The boy might have a point to what he says. Either you learn to live with the way he is or you don't get to keep him. Also, just as I said two years ago. You can live a hundred times and still not deserve him. Even if he never gets better." He says suddenly in a serious tone.
I am really starting to get pissed off with both Haymitch and Peeta interrupting me all the time. So to pass the silence I walk to the sink fill up a tall glass of cold water, and throw it at Haymitch who still sat at his kitchen table. Half of it landed on the floor but enough of it landed on Haymitch for him to jump up and glare at me.
"Don't you think I know that! I have been trying to be a better person for Peeta to love. And I do believe he is making progress; it's just hard seeing the contorted faces he makes at every hallucination!"
Before Haymitch could say any more I am already out the door and into the rain. I run to my house slam the door, lock it, and slump to the ground against the door. I sit there for hours and somewhere between the time I first sat there and decide to get up and go to bed I start crying. I can't help but feel like I'm losing him again, my boy with the bread.
Once I strip down and take a shower the rain has muted to a misty shower. I know that I should go and apologize to Peeta but I don't want to, I don't want to think about what he said. I instead jump into bed naked with only my comforter for warmth and protection. No matter how much I try avoiding thinking of what Peeta says it keeps popping in my head.
I think about it for the whole night, unable to go to bed. I don't want to experience any nightmares that might come and nor can I let my mind settle down from the day's events. Was I being childish today? I thought I was doing something right by worrying about him? I want him to get better and I don't to see him hurting anymore, so what was wrong with asking Haymitch for help?
Somewhere in my sorrow I wind up falling asleep. I think it was near sunrise because when I wake it is already midday. I wake up to the sound of a telephone ring. I run down the stairs and pick the receiver up without saying a word. For a moment there is nothing but silence and then Dr. Aurelius asks the question, "Where is Peeta?" I immediately hang up the phone. Dr. Aurelius the psychiatrist that watched over the lot of us past victors knows when it is Peeta or I who pick up the phone. Peeta always greets the caller whereas I wait for them to talk.
I don't want to speak to anyone but Peeta now, however I refrain from going to his house or the newly built bakery. The bakery was one of the last buildings to be made when District 12 was rebuilding. It barely finished two weeks ago, and Peeta works thirteen hour shifts baking all day long. I am happy for him because he is gets to concentrate on other things and he rarely has flashbacks or hallucinations while baking.
I trudge back to my room passing a wet floor in the process. I look to the ground; there is a puddle of water that leads from the window. The open window. Peeta never closed the windows yesterday. Peeta never thought to close them is more likely. He's not so rude to purposely leave the windows opened knowing that water would get into the house, would he? No, of course not. I go to one of the other rooms in the house one that belonged to my mother, since it was less heartbreaking to go into this one than Prim's. I grab a towel from her bathroom and lay it across the puddle of water. It quickly gets soaked but there is little water in the walk area.
I shut the window and grab another towel. Mop up all the puddles in the house with the towel and then grab the broom and mop and clean the floors. I then go take a shower and put on my hunting boots, pants, a jacket and then my father's jacket. To keep my mind off of Peeta I decide to go hunting. I load my game bag with a few fruits and the last of the cheese buns that Peeta made the day before yesterday. I'm out and in the meadow within fifteen minutes. I avoid walking into town or near my old house in the Seam. I don't want to feel yet another heartache.
I avoid my old hunting spot however I don't forget to check the strawberries on my way around. With the beginning of the autumn season these bushes are going to freeze over soon. So I grab as much as I can carry while still having room for my game. I think of going to the lake house but I stop myself what if I were to find decaying dead bodies. I can't bring myself to that and decide to find a new hunting spot.
I spend hours in the forest, most of which were spent doing nothing, however I did get a few good game. A wild dog, a wild turkey, a few fish I found in a nearby pond as well as Katniss tubers. With a little more than I could carry I nearly collapsed when I brought the dog to Greasy Sae's house. She enjoyed the dog the most and would be able to use it in her stews. As for the turkey I gave to the new butcher in exchange for a the legs of the turkey. I took the strawberries, tubers, and fish home.
And when I get home someone is waiting for me. Or at least I think she was her for me. Her blue eyes looked at me in concern.