Behind hidden glass
No, no, no, this cant be, this cant be happening, NO! I scream in my head, What will my Mother say, Prim, Gale, Haymitch, Peeta, Madge. Yep I'm died.
I'm sitting on my bathroom floor. Mother is down stairs, with Prim most likely. Peeta is most likely at the bakery. Gale is hunting, sense I told him I was sick and couldn't go with him. And Haymitch is hell knows where, most likely drunk. I look around my bathroom. Its has light blue walls with white trim, white tile floors, fluffy white towels, a large bath/shower, a toilet, and a sink.
I look at the little plastic stick in my hands that has just confirmed my worst fears. A baby. My baby. Peeta's baby. Growing inside me. I place my free hand over where my child must be. Then a thought slaps me right in the face, President Snow. He'll try and take my baby away from me. Even though five minutes ago I didn't want it but now that its here and its not going anywhere for the next nine months, its like a feeling a sudden of pure love and protection. Like I will do anything to keep him/her safe at all costs.
I need to tell mother, Now.
So I peel myself off of my bathroom floor and down to my mother and prim. The test in my hands. I stare at it hoping it will change. That there was a mistake. But no it stays the same. As I near the bottom of the stairs, I trip and fall the rest of the way, the test flying out of my hands. As I came to the realization that I'm falling my hands fly to my stomach. When I hit the bottom of the stairs, I see mother and prim run to my aid.
"Are you okay?", they say when they reach me. I nod and slowly stand up. Prim is staring past me at something but I cant ask her what because my mother is bombarding me with questions like, Are you okay?, What made you fall?, Is any part of my in pain?. I answer all her questions. At some point Prim leaves my side and walks behind me. I don't pay her much attention till I hear a gap and a shrill. I look over at her and guess what I find her holding my test.
Shit, is all I think of. Here it comes.
" Your pregnant", she shrills. Dropping the test and staring at me with mixed emotions, I cant make out.
"Yes", is all I can get out before I broke down.
They rush to my sides as I fall to the floor, crying.
With the victor coming up I have nothing I can do I have to tell Peeta and Haymitch and form a plan that will save me and our child.
A/N I had this idea of a story pop in my head and thought why not and decided to put it up. I know, I know there are a lot of stories like this but this is only the beginning…