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Aftermath: 20
My name is Peeta
I come from District 12.
I am a prisoner.
My name is Peeta.
Katniss. Katniss is.
I don't know.
Johanna is next door
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It's not right. It can't be right.
Katniss wouldn't...she wouldn't...it doesn't make sense.
It doesn't make sense.
It doesn't.
We survived the games together. She couldn't have stabbed me in the eye. My eye works; but they fixed her ear. Maybe they fixed my eye. They fixed my leg; but I don't have my leg now. Where is my leg?
I can't...
I only survived the games because of her...didn't I?
She...has claws and teeth...she tried to eat me.
No.
No.
No.
She risked dying for me.
More than once.
She stabbed me.
No.
She wouldn't.
She couldn't.
"Peeta?" Johanna's voice sounds strange, "Katniss doesn't have claws. She has never tried to stab or eat you. Last time I saw you, you had both your eyes, okay? Peeta?"
"Johanna?"
"Yeah. That's me. No one here but us freaks." She gives a slight laugh, "You promised to talk to me, remember? Where were you asshole?"
"My arm was a noodle." That was not a good thing to say.
"Oh, lovely." She says, "Why don't we try that again?"
My arm was...no it only looked like a noodle. My arm was NOT a noodle. My arm was not a noodle. There was no noodle. There was no bread. There was no bread. I can bake bread. itwassobright. There was a--a man. There was Snow. There was Snow.
"Peeta?" she's tense.
"Snow. I saw Snow."
"You saw--what was he doing? What did he want?"
Pie? No...that can't--that can't be right--what is wrong with me? That creepy smile. I wonder if people find it reassuring...bet the avoxes didn't, probably wasn't there for all those thought--thought they'd cut my tongue out.
"Peeta!"
"Johanna?"
"Yes! What did Snow--?" She makes a weird noise, "Shit-fuck!" There's a banging, "Fucking shit fuck."
My head hurts. My stomach hurts. Itching all over. Heaving. Nothing in me. Nothing really, spittle and cold. Shivering. She gave me a cold shower. No. No, she didn't. She's not even here. Get it together. Get. It. Together.
"I--I don't remember what he wanted."
"That's okay," Johanna's voice is soft again, and sounds watery, "We'll just. We'll just rest. That's probably best, and when we get out of here we can stab him with love. Better yet, with an icicle. He can die of irony poisoning."
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'nii-chan gets credit for irony poisoning line which was too good to not put in. It is absolutely fantabulous.
I come from District 12.
I am a prisoner.
My name is Peeta.
Katniss. Katniss is.
I don't know.
Johanna is next door
-+-+-+-
It's not right. It can't be right.
Katniss wouldn't...she wouldn't...it doesn't make sense.
It doesn't make sense.
It doesn't.
We survived the games together. She couldn't have stabbed me in the eye. My eye works; but they fixed her ear. Maybe they fixed my eye. They fixed my leg; but I don't have my leg now. Where is my leg?
I can't...
I only survived the games because of her...didn't I?
She...has claws and teeth...she tried to eat me.
No.
No.
No.
She risked dying for me.
More than once.
She stabbed me.
No.
She wouldn't.
She couldn't.
"Peeta?" Johanna's voice sounds strange, "Katniss doesn't have claws. She has never tried to stab or eat you. Last time I saw you, you had both your eyes, okay? Peeta?"
"Johanna?"
"Yeah. That's me. No one here but us freaks." She gives a slight laugh, "You promised to talk to me, remember? Where were you asshole?"
"My arm was a noodle." That was not a good thing to say.
"Oh, lovely." She says, "Why don't we try that again?"
My arm was...no it only looked like a noodle. My arm was NOT a noodle. My arm was not a noodle. There was no noodle. There was no bread. There was no bread. I can bake bread. itwassobright. There was a--a man. There was Snow. There was Snow.
"Peeta?" she's tense.
"Snow. I saw Snow."
"You saw--what was he doing? What did he want?"
Pie? No...that can't--that can't be right--what is wrong with me? That creepy smile. I wonder if people find it reassuring...bet the avoxes didn't, probably wasn't there for all those thought--thought they'd cut my tongue out.
"Peeta!"
"Johanna?"
"Yes! What did Snow--?" She makes a weird noise, "Shit-fuck!" There's a banging, "Fucking shit fuck."
My head hurts. My stomach hurts. Itching all over. Heaving. Nothing in me. Nothing really, spittle and cold. Shivering. She gave me a cold shower. No. No, she didn't. She's not even here. Get it together. Get. It. Together.
"I--I don't remember what he wanted."
"That's okay," Johanna's voice is soft again, and sounds watery, "We'll just. We'll just rest. That's probably best, and when we get out of here we can stab him with love. Better yet, with an icicle. He can die of irony poisoning."
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'nii-chan gets credit for irony poisoning line which was too good to not put in. It is absolutely fantabulous.