Katniss POV.
Have you ever felt like your has been ripes off your chest, felt so numb that you couldn't even breath, that everything around you felt so unrealistic, like a nightmare? Because That's how I feel right now.
I re-read Peeta's letter outloud.
"Dear Katniss,
I love you, so so much, and when you said you'd marry me I felt as if there was hope for something better, for both of us. But there was a problem, something stopping us from finally being happy, you were being searched by the police for a crime you didn't commit. I say you were because I decides to fix that problem. By the time you wake up I will have already gave myself in to the police for the murdered of that little girl. Katniss, please remember I'm doing this for us, if everything goes well I will just have to fullfill the sentence of 10 years, and after that everything will be good again. We will both be free and get married. I'm sorry if this hurts you, I never meant to, but I can't let you pay for something you didn't do, eventhough it's none of us fault, I'll protect you always. Again, I'm sorry, I really am, please forgive me for this.
Please, don't forget me, and promise to wait for me. I know it's selfish asking you that, but that is what humans do, we are selfish, we do mistakes, we don't think about the consequences, but please, wait for me. Promise?
Ps: I will always love very very much."
Sobs raça my body, and I can't controll the tears from rolling down my cheeks.
I shakily pick the boxe that sat in the pillow and open it. I gasp when I see the ring, my engagement ring. The ring that tells me that Peeta will always be there for me, and that I will wait for him, for ever and always. I put it on, then I remember, Maybe I could still stop him, Maybe there's still time.
I immediatly stand up and run down the stairs.
I'm walking in the living room when I see Finnick lounged in the sofa, a guilty, sad expression written in his face. I can see the tears in his eyes.
I'm still crying "Finnick, Peeta-" I can't finish my sentence as another wave of sobs racks my body.
"I know, Katniss, I know." he says looking at the ground.
"You know?" I ask, anger rising to my head, how could he know and not tell me, why didn't he try to stop him?
"Yes, I took him to the police." he says guiltily.
"Why?" I say, feeling my head getting hotter.
"Because I'd do the same for Annie. I'd protect her above anything, no matter what, and I know I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't. And it's the same for Peeta." his voice is hoarse and quiet. Fresh tears stream down my cheeks. I turn around, going out the door, when Finnick stops me by resting his hand on my shoulder. "It's too late Katniss, it's not worth it." he says.
"No it's not, I'll give myself in, instead of him." i say.
"There's no point, Katniss. You, yourself, said that it hasn't been you who commited the murderer, that your not guilty. They wouldn't believe whatever you said right now." He argues.
"But it wasn't Peeta." I whisper.
"I know it wasn't him, Katniss. But it won't matter. It's irrelevant."
That's when I know I lost it, my legs Get weaker, my knees buckle and I fall to the ground. Finnick kneeled beside me, embracing me. It doesn't feel the same, These are not Peeta's arms, only his arms can make me feel safe, at ease. I know Finnick is trying, but it's not the same. I cry as hard as I can, and Finnick does too. That's the only thing makes me feel better, that Finnick love Peeta too. Where all in This together.
After a few time Annie comes and joins us and we cry ourselves dry. Weakness overtakes my body and I fall aslleep, only to wake up in bed, alone, knowing it wasn't all a bed nightmare.
I stand up and run downstairs. Finnick and Annie are both in the kitchen. Annie is doing the dishes and Finnick is reading the newspaper. His eyes are puffy and bloodshot, from all the crying we had last night. Mine must be to.
Annie turns around and smiles at me sympatheticly.
"Would you like some breakfast, Katniss?" She asks sweetly,
I Shake my head no.
Finnick sets down the newspaper "You have to, Katniss. For Peeta."
My heart aches at the mention of his name.
"You know what he made me promise? He asked me to take care of you, protect you when he can't be here for you."
A single tear rolls down my cheek. I sit down in the table and Annie places a bowl of cereal sim my front. I look up at her. "Lucky Charms always make me feel better." she says. I love the way she always tries her best to make things better, the way she hates to see people sad and is overly positive. I never really had lots of friends, but I've had the luck to include her in that list.
I smile "Thanks, Annie."
She smiles and sits beside me. I hear Finnick sight loudly and turn towards him, raising one eyebrow.
He simply throws the newspaper in the table and runs his hands through his hair.
I look at the newspaper to see an articule about guess who? Peeta. Apperently they really believed he was the killer. He will be doing 9 years in jail. 9 years of his you're will be passed in a filthy dark cell, behind bars, only because he is in love with me. Tears prick my eyes when I think thenext time I'll be able to feel Peeta's hands on mine, his soft lips, his embrace, will be only nine years .
"Katniss, where are you going to stay? Now that you're free you can go back to your family." Annie says.
I smile a little. "I could go back to Prim." I whisper. My little duck. How I miss her after words, her light laugh, her happy smile, her bright light. And even my mother. I miss them both.
"I miss Prim." I whisper. Annie arroles my hair.
"Would you like to?" She asks caringly.
"Yeah."
"We could give you a ride there." Finnick suggests.
"And we could visit Peeta." I say weakly. I remember seeing in the newspaper that Peeta would be staying in District 12's jail. That way I could see him as much as possible.
"Why don't you go pack, sweetie." Annie says.
I nod and. Run upstairs, not caring about finishing my breakfast.
I pick my small suitecase from under the bed and put thwre a few clothes, some of Peeta's shirts (they still smell like him), Some of Peeta's drawings and his art supplies. I think of how he loves painting, the way he always finda beauty in the simplest things, how is he going to do that locked away, in dusty cell, locked away from the world behind those massacre grey high walls, stopping him from seeing the sky. Th sky, that reminds me so much of his eyes. I don't know how I'm going to cope without him, and how he's going to cope in a place like jail, where everything and everyone is so dead. I don't want that light in his eyes to die, I can't let that happen. But he already did it, now there's nothing I can do, if not bringing him in my heart everyday.
I look at myself in the mirror. My face is blotchy and my eyes puffy and red. I decide to go take a shower to refresh.
I go to the bathroom and hop in the shower, letting the warm water run down my body.
After that I dry myself With a towel. I look at myself in the mirror, I'm really over the blonde hair, I don't need it anymore. I decide to change it for my usual dark hair.
After that I go get dressed and pick my suitecase, going down the stairs to the entrance, where Annie and Finnick are already waiting for me.
"Ready, Kitty Kat?" Finnick asks, using my old nickname. His tone is sad, though.
I nod and go to the car.
"To District 12 we go." Finnick says before starting the car and taking the road.