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/It's been a month since I've updated. I'm sorry. I haven't been doing too well. And honestly, I never READ the books... I listened to them on autobook on youtube. I don't exactly know or remember what happened in Mockingjay after the bombs... I mean, in the bomb shelter they had bunks together... But I remember Peeta came back after the bombs and he went to the fancy hospital that I thought was supposed to be blown up? So yeah, my rooming is a little off XD. I'm just not sure what happened... I'm having a hard time switching P.O.V's now that they are together. Anyway, here is chapter 9.../
"Katniss, could you tell us some of what happened while you were there?" A man I now know is named Boggs asks me. I nod, holding on to Peeta's hand tightly and looking down. "Yeah... It.. It was mostly just Johanna," I mutter.
"What was?" Boggs asks.
"The... Torture."
Everyone is the room looks up. Everyone in the room being Peeta, Boggs, Haymitch and myself.
"What do you me-" Boggs starts but is cut off.
"Where is Annie?" Finnick Odair asks bursting into the room.
"You haven't seen her yet?" Peeta asks.
"No."
"She's in room 21," Boggs tells him. Finnick nods and rushes off.
"Now.. What did you mean, Katniss?"
"Well... You'd be best off asking Johanna." I say. I really don't want to talk about this. I'm not the one it happened to anyway.
"Okay. Then what happened to you?" Asks Boggs.
"When we got there, or when I woke up anyway, my stomach was hurting very badly. So this guard guy comes and takes me somewhere. Then this lady.. Sara, I think, gave me some sort of injection. I asked her what it was and she didn't say. Then she took me to Snow." They urge me to continue.
I take a breath. "Snow said if I don't put on a good show, my unborn child would never see the light of day. So.. I was mostly just sitting around in a cell and going on TV. No real damage."
"Okay, thank you. I'll go get miss Mason's say now," Boggs says walking off.I loosen my grip on Peeta's hand and sigh. All these questions are really stressing.
Haymitch smiles at me. "So, how you doing Sweetheart?"
"Good as I'll ever be..." I mutter. "Good. How's that little bun?" He asks. I roll my eyes. "Her name is Scarlett, not little bun." Peeta looks at me a little surprised. I hadn't said anything about names before.
"I'm guessing you two haven't discussed names?" Haymitch snickers.
"I've been back for less then 24 hours, Haymitch, what do you expect?" I say.
Peeta P.O.V.
Scarlett...
"What I expect, I do not say," Haymitch says exiting the room. Katniss looks up at me and smiles. "Do you like that name?" She asks. "Yes, it's a lovely name." I tell her.
"Do you want to pick the middle name now?"
"Sure!" I say. "I don't know what though..."
"Just think about what could go good with Mellark and Scarlett.... You don't have come up with it instantly."
"Mellark? You going with that name?" I ask her.
"Yeah, why not?" She asks.
"Well... We're not married. Not legally."
"We're married in our hearts Peeta," she grins. We did truly have a toasting a few months ago in District 12. Before we knew about the quell.
"Yeah, we are... But.. Do you want to have it official?"
"Are you asking me to marry you?" She asks playfully. I look at the ring still on her left hand and look at her seriously. I take her and slide the ring off. Katniss looks up at me mystified. I look down at the ring and back up at her.
"Yes, I am. Katniss Everdeen, will you marry me?"
/Maaha! Cliffhanger! My friend made me do it, don't blame me :P
Thanks for reading!
-Reagan/ -
Healing and Recovery
Empty feeling in your stomach and your heart
Butterflies swimming around in circles
Wanting to find a freedom from something... But what?
The marks on your skin, the tears in your eyes
The fakes smiles and all the "I'm alrights."
The trying the cover it all up with that mask
The same mask you've been hiding behind for three years
It's all a shocker when it breaks down...
You thought you had it figured out
You release your demons, yet you still feel horrible
You let the world know everything
But there's still that empty feeling....
You wonder if there really is such a thing as...
Healing... Recovery.
It doesn't seem like it will ever happened.
You find yourself in your safe spot again
But it's not safe at all
It's treacherous ground full of lies
You spin around in circles
One day good, next day bad
You don't really pay attention to yourself...
It's not like anyone else does
You don't want the attention to be drawn to you...
You feel like you need to scream it, let it be known
But some voice inside your head keeps telling you to shut up
Keep it in, never think again.
Maybe it's best to not think... Not feel.
It's a logical answer...
You can't get hurt if you can't love. -
/This is the last chapter.
I've really been trying to find a ending point to all of my stories, and now I've found one. I'm kinda sad XD.
First off, let's say I love you. My reviewers and readers, I just love you. Even the ones that made me mad. You were so sweet, reading this horrible fan fiction from a 13 year old. Thank you for bearing all of my mistakes about pregnancy XD. This is going to be a rough chapter, regarding medical crap. That's why I'm time skipping a bit... I don't know if this is the end. I might start a third one, but not for awhile. I'll certainly plan ahead if I do. This chapter has been the awkward labor scene I've been dreading writing since the beginning haha. But, I'm not going to think about who might read it... I'm just going to write. Not feel self conscious at all. So, chapter 13, the final chapter. Wow, thank you so so so much for everything. I love seeing the follows and favs, I love hearing from you guys in reviews. Thank you.
I present for the final time, Together. Chapter 13./
Together, 13
I'm at 38 weeks and today Peeta has finished the nursery.
He is fixing to let me see it, and I'm excited.
I sit at the kitchen counter, waiting for him to come down. It's been a tiresome day, I haven't even been hungry. That's been about the only thing I've done in the last five weeks, eat. Now I'm so bored.
"It's ready!" Peeta says to me. He helps me up and we go to the now completed nursery.
As soon as I walk in, I fall in love. It's simple, yet so beautiful that way.
The trim is brown, but it goes perfect with the light blue walls. The crib and changing station is also brown, with pink and yellow flowers painted on them.
It's a fairly large room, a little big for a baby. But she will grow.
On the wall above the crib, Willow is painted in pink and yellow 3D.
"Peeta... It's perfect," I say admiring her name.
"Good," he says putting his arm around my waist. "I was afraid it would be too simple."
"Simple is best sometimes," I tell him. I lay my head on his shoulder and suddenly my stomach goes rock hard. I cringe a little.
"What's wrong?" Peeta asks worriedly.
"I.. I think she.." I stutter.
Peeta nods a little panicked and guides me to the bedroom. He sets me down on the bed and tells me to stay calm. He then disappears. I guess he's going to call Dr. Ravins.
I focus on taking breaths and staying calm. This is fine. Everything will go fine.
Then my water breaks and I freak out.
"You alright?" Peeta asks coming in the room again.
"Yeah.. Yeah, my water broke," I tell him whimpering slightly.
"Hey, it's going to be alright," he says sitting down on the bed and stroking my hair. "In a few short hours, we'll get to see our baby girl."
/time/
It turned out to be a little more then a few short hours.
13 hours later at 10:19 PM, I am finally told I can push. It's been a long as hell day of contractions. Very painful, too.
I let out a deep breath, laying my head against the pillows. "You can do this, Katniss. I'm so proud of you. In just a few minutes, Willow will be here," Peeta tells me softly. "That's what you said 2 hours ago," I snap weakly. He hides his smile. "That was a mistake. Blame Dr. Ravins." I roll my eyes.
"Okay Katniss, I'll need you to push now," Dr. Ravins tells me. I nod and push with all my power, which isn't much at this point. I'm so tired...
"Just a few more Katniss. Come on, you can do it."
I push again, and almost black out. "Okay, take a short break," she tells me.
Short break means fifteen seconds, I've learned. "You doing okay, Katniss?" Peeta asks. "Best as I can for 13 hours of labor," I say. I'm told to push again and I do so. "She's crowning," Dr. Ravins says. I hold on tightly to Peeta's hand as I push again. I must be breaking his hand, but he isn't complaing. "Just a few more, Katniss," he tells me. I nod and push once again.
"One more big push!" Dr. Ravins says. I take a death breath and push with all of my mite. I can't focus on much for the next couple of minutes, it's all a blur. I think Peeta goes to cut the umbilical cord. A red covered baby is placed on my stomach. She screams her head off, and looks disgusting. But she is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
"Willow Rose Mellark, born at 10:34 PM," Dr. Ravins says grinning. I smile at my beautiful baby girl. Just a few minutes old, completely innocent. I gently touch her face and she squirms. I look up at Peeta and see he is crying, I realize I am too.
Two victors, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark, find happiness in marriage and with their first born child Willow Rose. That's a perfect headline for me.
/Time/
Two hours later, Willow is a clean and happy baby. She sleeps peacefully in a little box of sorts. I sigh and close my eyes. It took nine months and 13 hours, and we finally have our baby. I'm so worn out, but I can't seem to fall asleep.
There is a knock on the bedroom door, and Peeta tells them to come in. And there is Haymitch, smiling like a hero. I smile at him and motion him over to the bed and near Willow. Peeta picks Willow up gently, and shows Haymitch how to hold her. Her eyes flutter open and she looks at Haymitch with admiration. I inwardly laugh, my daughter might be the only person who ever looks at him like that. Haymitch smiles softly at the baby and holds her for a few minutes.
"You did good, Sweetheart," he tells me.
I did do good. I have a perfect husband, a beautiful daughter, and a old drunk father figure. That's all I've ever really needed.
Your little hands wrapped around my finger/And it's so quiet in the world tonight/Your little eyelids flutter cause you're dreaming/So I tuck you in and turn on your favorite nightlight...
It's over!!! I felt the need to end with a Taylor Swift lyric, since I started with one. (chapter one) It's called Never Grow Up, off her third album Speak Now that she wrote all by herself! I'm kinda about to cry, but I'm not going to. I'm happy. I have completed Together, and I'm so proud! Thank you guys for everything, I hope you enjoyed.
Love, love, love,
Reagan/MellarkandArt -
Fake Smile
I heard you liked happy people
So I tried to be that way
But the days started to get darker
And my smiles came less often
You began to walk away from me
Keep your distance from the one who isn't you
I didn't want to lose you
You meant so much to me
So I put on my fake smile
And tried to convince you
It worked for awhile
Everything was fine
But then I had to slip up
And you saw the real me
The person I keep hidden away
Is a person who can't breathe
The person I don't want you to see
Is a person hurting so badly
That she can't ask for help
So instead of trying
I'll just go on denying
That anything is wrong
Because everything is fine
At least in my jumbled mind
The lies can't stay forever
This I know
The fake smiles can go on and on
Until my name is on a stone
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