#hijackedup

An unsettling twisting consumed her intestines as she stood in front of the door to Peeta’s room. For it was finally time to see him again after the incident. His hands clenching around her neck, his eyes lackluster compared to their usual shine. They had taken apart the pieces of his being then put them back together in the wrong order. The voices would claim there was hope, that he would recover but Katniss couldn’t BELIEVE that. A beeping alerted her that she was now safe to enter into the room. Upon her first step her heart started to quicken, the first feelings of concern wrapping around her. 

She now  F E A R E D  the only thing she really knew was real.

❝ How’re you feeling? They told me you REMEMBERED something. ❞

Agreed. Though if they ever happen I don't see them realizing it or acknowledging it at all either tbh. Peeta would be far too pleased and Katniss would need mind bleach.

Send me "It's just a dream" for my muses reaction to yours waking them up after having a nightmare.

Her throat felt raw, stripped bare from the scream that ripped her back to consciousness. Sitting up, Effie's eyes raced around the room, wild, frantic, her hands reaching for something to hold onto, something real. 

When a voice broke the silence, the solitude that she was trapped in, Effie's gaze snapped to the face it belonged to and her face crumpled. She could only stare at him, her back rigid, her shoulders stiff as her eyes filled to the brim with tears and her lip quivered,

"Peeta?" 

Dear Katniss, 

You are a stubborn, hot headed girl with no sense of fashion. You’re uncooperative, difficult, defensive, and if you keep rolling your eyes so much, one day they’ll stay that way. However, for all your faults, I have never met anyone with such an enormous, bleeding heart. 

If I had half the heart that you do, if I had half as many people that cared about me as you do, my life would be so very different. You are everything I wish I could be—brave, honest, full of conviction, compassion, and you have the courage to do what’s right, even when it could cost you your life. 

When I think of everything I’ve done in my life, simply because I’ve been afraid, I’m ashamed of myself, I can’t look myself in the mirror. For as much as I’ve tried to shape and mold you into being more like me, it’s really I who would benefit from being more like you. 

I adore you, Katniss, and I will always be here to help you in any way I can. I just hope you can forgive me for my part in everything you’ve gone through. 

Jealously yours,

"You really don’t like Buttercup, do you?"

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Then write one yourself! Seriously, if you have ideas and a decent enough way to put them on paper, go self-publish on lulu or Amazon. We really are in desperate need of good YA stories like that. ;]