You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real.
Finnick?" I say, "Maybe some pants?" He looks down at his legs as if noticing his outfit for the first time. Then he whips off his hospital gown leaving him in just his underwear. "Why? Do you find this" -- he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose -- "distracting?" I laugh. Boggs looks embarrassed and Finnick looks more like the guy I met at the Quarter Quell
My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me.
Oh, that I do know...Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can't survive without.
Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says.
It’s not wondering what I breathe in, but who, that threatens to choke me.
My lips are just forming his name when his fingers lock around my throat.
Well you are a piece of work aren't you?
I raise my left arm and twist my neck down to rip off the pill on my sleeve. Instead my teeth sink into flesh. I yank my head back in confusion to find myself looking into Peeta’s eyes, only now they hold my gaze. Blood runs from the teeth marks on the hand he clamped over my nightlock. “Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says.
All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly. And I hate him for it.
Oh, no. It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people?" says Peeta. "It costs everything you are.
She's not here," I tell him. Buttercup hisses again. "She's not here. You can hiss all you like. You won't find Prim." At her name, he perks up. Raises his flattened ears. Begins to meow hopefully. "Get out!" He dodges the pillow I throw at him. "Go away! There's nothing left for you here!" I start to shake, furious with him. "She's not coming back! She's never ever coming back here again!" I grab another pillow and get to my feet to improve my aim. Out of nowhere, the tears begin to pour down my cheeks. "She's dead, you stupid cat. She's dead.
Oh, Peeta, Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart.
In the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too.
Katniss. I remember about the bread.
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