Room 221 [Saturday morning]

Dec 03, 2011 10:35

Katniss was pretty sure she shouldn't have even tried, because now she was so incredibly disheartened that she didn't know if she could stand it. It was like the end of summer all over again, her grief crippling her entirely, and the hopelessness killing all functionality.

She'd called Peeta. And when there was no answer at his home in the Victor's Village, where he should have been, she called her own house to check on Greasy Sae. She, at least, was there, but when she'd asked for Peeta, Greasy Sae had told her in no uncertain terms that Katniss had faced the Games with a thirteen year-old boy who'd died in the first minutes at the Cornucopia, whose parents had been killed in the assault on District Twelve, and that there was no Peeta Mellark.

And just when Katniss thought she couldn't stand to hear more, Greasy Sae had added that she'd managed to get through two Games without a mentor, even. It was such an accomplishment that no one would fault her for going a little crazy right now, of course.

Katniss curled up on the floor with the phone when she'd hung it up. She was sure Wesley would have questions -- he didn't stray much from her side these days -- but it was going to take her a moment to formulate answers. Peeta and Haymitch were the last guideposts she had to tie her to Panem, and they were gone. Nothing was normal or ever would be again.

[open, yes!]
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