Delirium | Chapter Two | The Hunger Games
Author: thewordmap
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: The Hunger Games
Characters/Pairings: Katniss/Gale, Katniss/Peeta, other
Rating: PG-13 Just in case
Spoilers: Post-Mockingjay, non-epilogue
Chapter Two
He's crushing my windpipes, trying to kill me. But I don't die. I don't breathe. I'm just there.
Prim.
Her face is engulfed in fire, licking the pretty strands of hair. She smiles as if she doesn't feel the burning, as if she doesn't feel death approaching. I reach out my hand to save her but my neck is still in Peeta's grasp and she's slowly turning into ashes.
I wake up with my own screaming. Peeta is beside me on a second and I tense, fearing the Peeta of my nightmares. He puts a wet towel on my forehead and wipes away the thin sheet of sweat that's covering my face.
I want to run away. I want to go into the comfort of the woods, to feel the force of the bow string against my arm. I want to see the gray eyes smiling at me, not these blue eyes. At least not right now.
"Thanks," I mutter, feeling like a complete liar.
"I'm always here," he says. "Now go to sleep again, it will be better."
I shake my head. "What about you? Don't you need to sleep?"
"I can't sleep. At least, not tonight. Go on. It'll be okay. We can take turns tomorrow," he says and then smiles. It's such an innocent and sweet smile. It's my Peeta.
"I don't think I can, either," I whisper. "I'm going to eat something, I'm starving." I throw the covers of my bed aside and step out barefoot. The cold floor comforts me.
Peeta joins me downstairs a few minutes later. I'm drinking a nice warm soup Greasy Sae had prepared last night. I feel the liquid down my throat. What Peeta doesn't know, and what I'm not planning to tell him, is that I put two sleeping pills in the soup, using the medicine to hopefully numb me enough into oblivion.
After my morphling addiction, it was hard to quit any sort of drug and sometimes I sneak in a few pills to help me sleep a dreamless sleep. Inside, I'm terrified to become dependent of them.
"Can I have some?" Peeta says, pointing to my cup.
I don't want to seem suspicious so I say, "Only a bit."
He takes the cup from my hand and sips from it. "It's good," he says.
I nod, at least I think he will be able to catch a few hours of sleep tonight. I take another gulp of soup, already feeling the drowsiness and slight buzz in my head. I blink slower and my movements are lazy. I don't notice when Peeta stands up and comes closer to my side.
He clears his throat and I look at him. "There's something you should know," he starts.
My body tenses. "What?" I say, harsher than I meant.
"I saw...I saw Gale on the screen a few days ago. I didn't--I don't know if I should tell you."
"Just say it Peeta," I urge. Whatever it is, it will be horrible. I want to get it over with as soon as possible.
"Katniss, Gale is getting married."
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: The Hunger Games
Characters/Pairings: Katniss/Gale, Katniss/Peeta, other
Rating: PG-13 Just in case
Spoilers: Post-Mockingjay, non-epilogue
Chapter Two
He's crushing my windpipes, trying to kill me. But I don't die. I don't breathe. I'm just there.
Prim.
Her face is engulfed in fire, licking the pretty strands of hair. She smiles as if she doesn't feel the burning, as if she doesn't feel death approaching. I reach out my hand to save her but my neck is still in Peeta's grasp and she's slowly turning into ashes.
I wake up with my own screaming. Peeta is beside me on a second and I tense, fearing the Peeta of my nightmares. He puts a wet towel on my forehead and wipes away the thin sheet of sweat that's covering my face.
I want to run away. I want to go into the comfort of the woods, to feel the force of the bow string against my arm. I want to see the gray eyes smiling at me, not these blue eyes. At least not right now.
"Thanks," I mutter, feeling like a complete liar.
"I'm always here," he says. "Now go to sleep again, it will be better."
I shake my head. "What about you? Don't you need to sleep?"
"I can't sleep. At least, not tonight. Go on. It'll be okay. We can take turns tomorrow," he says and then smiles. It's such an innocent and sweet smile. It's my Peeta.
"I don't think I can, either," I whisper. "I'm going to eat something, I'm starving." I throw the covers of my bed aside and step out barefoot. The cold floor comforts me.
Peeta joins me downstairs a few minutes later. I'm drinking a nice warm soup Greasy Sae had prepared last night. I feel the liquid down my throat. What Peeta doesn't know, and what I'm not planning to tell him, is that I put two sleeping pills in the soup, using the medicine to hopefully numb me enough into oblivion.
After my morphling addiction, it was hard to quit any sort of drug and sometimes I sneak in a few pills to help me sleep a dreamless sleep. Inside, I'm terrified to become dependent of them.
"Can I have some?" Peeta says, pointing to my cup.
I don't want to seem suspicious so I say, "Only a bit."
He takes the cup from my hand and sips from it. "It's good," he says.
I nod, at least I think he will be able to catch a few hours of sleep tonight. I take another gulp of soup, already feeling the drowsiness and slight buzz in my head. I blink slower and my movements are lazy. I don't notice when Peeta stands up and comes closer to my side.
He clears his throat and I look at him. "There's something you should know," he starts.
My body tenses. "What?" I say, harsher than I meant.
"I saw...I saw Gale on the screen a few days ago. I didn't--I don't know if I should tell you."
"Just say it Peeta," I urge. Whatever it is, it will be horrible. I want to get it over with as soon as possible.
"Katniss, Gale is getting married."