Wow, sorry it's taken so long for this chapter to be posted! I just have this horrible thing called school, and I've been working on my other fanfiction (which will be up soon!) and I kind of forgot about this one. So, yeah. Anyway, here is chapter five!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games. Just in case you were wondering.

"Maybe we should pour water on her?" I hear a voice say, slowly pulling me out of my state of unconsciousness. I slowly open my eyes and I can make out the blurry figure of my sister. As my eyes focus I realize where I am. And that she's not alone. Once my eyes adjust to the bright light of my bedroom, I can make out about three other people with her.

"Nope, looks like she's fine," comes a voice come from my left. I turn my head to see Johanna standing over me with a small smirk on her face. "Hello there, Sleeping Beauty," she says, her smirk widening when the only thing I do is scowl.
"Wait, what happened?" I ask, sitting up slowly and stretching my arms. My head is hurting a bit, but I pay no attention to it. I hear a chuckle, look away from Johanna and find myself staring into big blue eyes.
"Well," Peeta says, a small smile creeping its way onto his face. "You fainted."
"I know that much already, Mellark," I snap. Peeta just keeps smiling. "But how did I get home?"
"Incredible Hulk over here –" Johanna starts, pointing her finger at Peeta. "- decided it would be a smart idea to carry you home. He seemed to have forgotten that he, in fact, had a car. On the way, however, he forgot where you lived and carried you into some poor old lady's house. Long story short, her ran about three blocks trying to outrun about three rabid pitbulls – holding you, nonetheless – until Madge and I drove by and found you. I mean, what kind of old lady has pitbulls? It makes no sense."
"Maybe for security reasons?" Madge says, popping her head out from behind my bathroom door.
"Oh, God. Did that actually happen?" I say. He nods and I cringe, giving him an apologetic smile.
"He's quite a fast runner, though," Madge says. I turn to look at her and see she's holding a bowl of water. "So we don't need this water?" Prim shakes her head and Madge shrugs, walking into my bathroom and pouring it into the sink. Prim grabs Buttercup from the end of my bed and walks out the door. I hear a tap running somewhere downstairs and despite our differences, I feel sorry for that cat right now.
"Well, anyway, I better get going," Peeta says. We bid him goodbye and he leaves, followed shortly by Johanna. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and place my feet on the floor, not wanting to get up too quickly. I walk downstairs and find Prim standing over the sink, bathing a very soapy and very unhappy Buttercup.
"Prim, what are you doing to him?" I say with a laugh, leaning against the doorframe. She looks up from Buttercup's howling figure and smiles.
"He was getting dirty, and I didn't want him to have to lick all of the mud off of his pretty coat," she explains with a shrug. I don't see how anybody could call Buttercup's coat 'pretty', because it is far from it, but Prim has always been the one to put a positive spin on things. The room is silent except for Buttercup's screeches. After about five minutes Prim is the one to break the silence.
"When are you going to tell Mum?" Prim says. The truth is, I don't know when I'm going to tell Mum.
"I don't know," I reply simply, grabbing an apple and taking a bite out of it.
"You really need to tell her soon. She'll be pissed if she finds out you kept it from her for so long," she says with a pointed look. I know that Prim is right, but Mum will be pissed either way. I consider my options. If I tell Mum, she'll be able to help me figure out what I'm going to do. If I don't tell her, she'll probably find out on her own, anyway. After a battle in my head about what to do, I settle on an option.
"Tonight," I say after a long silence. "I'll tell her tonight." Prim nods and wraps a soaking wet Buttercup in a towel. Despite being dunked in water, he automatically burrows up in Prim's arms, purring when she rubs his nose. I wouldn't be good at bathing a cat. Too much water and fur everywhere. God, Prim has better maternal instincts than me and she's only thirteen! I honestly don't know what I'm going to do when the baby comes. If I'm going to keep it or give it up. This choice would be so much easier to make if I had someone with me. Like Gale. But then I realise that Gale wants nothing to do with me, and after what happened today, I don't think I want much association with him either. I look at the clock hanging over the counter. It's only six thirty, but I'm so tired. I say goodnight to Prim and get up from the table.
"Wait, why are you going to bed? You need to eat," Prim says, pointing to the fridge.
"I'm not really that hungry. I just want to sleep," I say, already walking out of the kitchen. Prim's next words, however, stop me.
"Katniss. You need to eat properly. If not for you, for him," she reasons, waving her hand to my midsection. She does have a point. I place my hand on my stomach and nod, walking back into the kitchen.
"What makes you so sure it's a 'him'?" I ask Prim as she opens the pantry and rummages through it, looking for some kind of easy meal.
"Well, it's obvious, isn't it?" Prim says, eyeing me as if I were an idiot. I shake my head.
"No, not really. Do tell me how to figure out the gender of the sea monkey growing inside my uterus," I say sarcastically.
"What have your cravings been?" she asks me, giving up on the cupboard and moving onto the fridge. I think for a second. I haven't really had any. Except chocolate.
"Chocolate," I say. Prim smirks.
"I noticed. By the way, the white chocolate is mine," Prim says, pulling an almost empty chocolate wrapper out of the fridge. I cringe. I remember shoving most of that chocolate down my throat the other night.
"Sorry. I'll replace it," I say. Prim waves her hand.
"Don't worry about it. Haymitch will get me some more." I nod, and then her last words hit me.
"Wait, Haymitch?" I say. She looks at me and nods.
"Yeah, he always gets me stuff. You know, I reckon he and mum have a thing," Prim says, her voice rising higher into an excited squeal. "Maybe they'll get married! And then they'll have a cute little baby and –"
"Prim!" I say, effectively cutting off her speech. "I know. Just calm down." Prim takes a deep breath and then shuts the fridge, sitting next to me at the table. "I saw them shopping together today," I tell her.
"Were they, like, together?" Prim asks me, her eyes widening.
"Well, they were holding hands, but that's all I saw," I say. Prim nods.
"I think they're good together. And mum is really happy," Prim says with a smile.
"I know," I agree. But all of this happy couple talk is starting to get me down. "So, what food do we have?" I ask Prim. Prim shakes her head.
"Mum was meant to go shopping this week but she hasn't gotten around to it. And her shift ends at quarter to eight, so I doubt she'll be shopping today," Prim says with a sigh.
"Hmm. Looks like a pizza night!" I say. Prim perks up and grabs the phone. She orders the pizza. She always orders the pizza. I'm not good when it comes to talking to people I don't know. Except this week I made four new friends from doing it, so I'm not that bad at it. The pizza arrives and we indulge in it. Once we've picked the pizza box clean of any crumbs, I say goodnight to Prim and walk up to my bathroom. I undress and stand sideways, looking at my slowly forming baby bump. Without thinking I place my hand on my abdomen, stroking it. I spend five minutes or so just staring at it. Soon, everybody will be able to see it. Soon, I'll be a mother. A single teenage mother. I get in the shower and turn the water on. And for a few minutes I just stand there, letting everything sink in. By the time I turn seventeen I'll be about four months along. And by that time, I'll definitely need a doctor. And I need to tell Mum. And that is going to be hard.

I braid my hair for about the fourth time that night. Although I'm wrapped up in my blanket, I'm still shaking. Probably just nerves. I hear the front door open and I jump off of the couch, walking into the hallway with my fleece blanket wrapped around my shoulders.
"Hi, Katniss," says Mum.
"Hi." I kiss her on the cheek and grab her hand, pulling her into the lounge room and sitting on the couch."How was your day?" I say, hoping my voice isn't shaking as much as I think it is.
"It was fine. Boring, mostly. What about you? Do anything fun?" she asks me, taking off her jacket and placing it on the lamp table.
"I just went shopping with Madge. Nothing fun," I say, my hands tightening around the corner of the blanket.
"Are you okay? You look a little pale," Mum says, pressing her hand up to my forehead.
"I'm fine. I just…" I really don't know the best way to go about this. So I'll just go for it. "I need to tell you something. And you have to promise you won't get angry. Well, you can be angry, but please don't hate me." Mum nods and grabs my hands.
"What is it, sweetie?" she asks, my hands tightening around hers.
"You know Gale, right?" I ask. She nods as if encouraging me to go on further. "Well, we kind of broke up. It's a long story and I'll tell you once you know what I really need to tell you." I'm fumbling around in my brain, trying to find something, anything, that can put off me having to tell her for just a bit longer. But I know I must tell her. "Anyway, we were dating for a while. And a few months ago we, well, uh…" I fumble my hands around, praying that my mother will get what I'm talking about without me having to explain it. And I can tell by the look on her face she knows what I'm talking about. "And, um… Happy Grandmother's Day?" Happy Grandmother's Day?! Honestly, Katniss. "What I mean is… I'm going to be a mum," I say, avoiding her gaze and hoping she isn't too ashamed of me. I expect a smack on the back of my head or something of that nature. But instead, I feel her arms wrapping around me and pulling me into a hug.
"I know," she says. I pull away from her.
'Wait, what? What do you mean you know?" I ask, wondering who could've told her. I bet it was Prim. That little brat.
"I've known for a while, Katniss. I mean, you're speaking to a mother and a nurse. I can put two and two together," she says.
"A-are you angry at me?" I ask her, bewildered at how she could have possibly found out.
"I'm angry that you didn't tell me sooner," Mum tells me, and I actually feel ashamed that she wasn't the first to know. "But, I'm not angry at you. Now, tell me. Why did you and Gale call it off?" And so I tell her. I tell her and she holds me as I cry. Once I finish telling her, she kisses my head and whispers soothing words to me, holding me close.

I don't remember falling asleep last night, but I wake up to somebody shaking me. I slowly open my eyes and take in my surroundings. Mum's jacket still sits on the lamp table and I'm still wrapped up in my blanket. Mum is standing above me.
"Katniss. Wake up, you have school soon," she says, shaking me softly. I begrudgingly get up and trudge upstairs, grabbing the first pair of pants I can find and ripping off my pyjamas. I step into the pants and try to zip them up. The zip stops about halfway.
"Where are the jeans I was wearing yesterday?" I ask myself. I search the room for the outfit I was wearing yesterday. I eventually find them in a pile on the floor and pull them on. They're a bit tight, not only on my stomach but everywhere else. Wait a second. My stomach! Shit! I grab the shirt I was wearing yesterday and pull it on, standing on my side and examining the bump. Could anybody see it? I can just make out a small bump, as if I just had a big lunch or something. You couldn't see it unless you were paying really good attention to it. But then again, there were tonnes of people staring at me yesterday in my tight get-up. But they were paying attention to your ass, Katniss. I'm dragged out of my thoughts when I hear my door clicking open. I turn to see my mother standing at the door with the phone by her ear.
"Are you free next Wednesday?" she asks me. I nod and ask her why. She just shakes me off and tell the person on the other line that Wednesday is fine. I pull on a baggy shirt and some loose fitting pants and walk downstairs.
"Mum, what was that about?" I ask. She looks up from the paper she's writing on.
"Oh, you have an appointment with my friend Dr Pannum. He's an obstetrician. Next Wednesday at four o'clock," she tells me, handing me a slip of paper with the information on. I take the piece of paper and envelope my mother in a hug.
"Thank you," I whisper. "For helping me." She hugs me back, and for the first time since the test came out positive, I don't feel so alone.

Phew! Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and I promise that the next chapter will be up much sooner (just don't hold me to that, because my internet has been a bit weird lately.) So, how about a review? Eh? You know you want to.