by katniss-loves-peeta » Sun Apr 08, 2012 8:49 pm
Chapter Four
The Justice Building is one of the few places in town I have neve actually been before. Although I am sure the decor is meant to be fine, and welcoming, I can't stop the nervous, frightened feeling that I seem to from it. The peacekeepers separate Katniss and I, and then lead us both into different rooms.
The rooms are empty and make me feel depressed because I know that so many other young children have said spoken to their loved ones here for the last time.
Just then the door swings open and I see my father's large, strong figure appear in the doorway. He walk into the room and I am surprised when I see that my mother isn't with him. He sits down across from me, and I look into his eyes. Blue just like mine, they hold a concerned, worried look. When he finally speaks, his words surprise me.
"I'm so sorry," he whispers. I'm confused because I can't possibly think of anything that he could be sorry for. Shouldn't I be sorry? I'm giving up the life that he gave to me to save the girl I love. I know I shouldn't question his apology, but I curiousity gets best of me.
"Why?" I ask, "Why are you so sorry?" he let's out a long, loud sigh at my question.
It's as if he has read my mind. He takes my hands and answers, "I'm sorry that my son has to live in a world where sacrificing his life is the only way he can keep the girl he loves safe." This brings tears to my eyes. -something only my dad can do. He has some way of always being able to understand me even when no one else does.
We so there for a moment in silence, and I is then hen I finally realize how he understands so well. He too, had been in love with an Everdeen. Katniss's mother in fact. He told me this story on the first day of school. The first day I met Katniss. I wish I had realized this earlier, instead of what will be these last conversation with my father. But I decide to be gratful I realizezd it at all. We don't speak for the next minute or so, the next time I speak is when I give my last request to my father.
"Dad?" I say, sounding so young, and innocent, "Do you think you could do me a favor?" He nods and then speaks.
"Anything," he answers, "What is it?"
"I want you to look after the Everdeens. Make sure they have enough to eat, make sure they're safe, that sort of thing. Can you prommise me that you'll do that?" He gives me a very understanding, knowing look and nods once again.
"Of course."
"Also," I continue, "can you visit Katniss and tell her what you promised?"
"Yes," he answers. I want to thank him a million times, but I don't have time. The peacekeepers are pushing him out now, and we barely have time for one last hug before they force him out. As soon as he's gone I feel lonely, and the tears are back. I squeeze a pillow that was placed artfuly on the couch, trying to hold on to that last hug for as long as I can.
Then my next visitor arrives in the form of my mother. And despite how lonely I felt before, I have never felt more alone when she's is the room. My stomach churns when I see her face. Lips pursed and eyes squinting, this is usual angry face. Is she seriously going to lecture my the last time she sees me? She wouldn't beat me would she? No, there must be some cameras in here...I hope.
Just then, her sharp voice cuts through the air like a knife. "What on earth were you thinking Peeta?" she screeches. "That Gale boy actually looked a contender! He could have won are district a little fortune, but leave it to my son to be dumb enough to volunteer! To throw his life away! Now you're just going to be killed by that stupid girl from the Seam!" These last words make want to scream out everything bad I have been holding back from her all these sixteen years. But I don't. I choose to keep some of my dignity and just stay silent, afraid that if I do speak everything will come spilling out. I can't meet her eyes either. None of this seems to bother her in the slightest. She simply strolls from the room without another word, without a single "goodbye." The peacekeepers don't even have to ask her to leave.
I sigh and strech out on the couch. I'm not expecting anymore visitors but I am exhausted, so I take the chance to to rest. But after just thirty seconds, a knock on the door interrupts me. Another visitor, but who?