The Hunger Games

I stare in the mirror as I try to remember who I am and who I am not

“You here to finish me off, sweetheart?”

I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, “So now that you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?”
I turn in to him. “Put you somewhere you can’t get hurt.” And when he kisses me, people in the room actually sigh.

“I want to go home, Peeta,” I say plaintively, like a small child.
“You will. I promise,” he says, and bends over to give me a kiss.
“I want to go home now,” I say.

I spend the rest of the night slipping in and out of a doze, imagining the cutting remarks I will make to Peeta Mellark in the morning

Peeta smiles at me, sad and mocking. “Okay. Thanks for the tip, sweetheart.”

“He made me look weak!” I say.
“He made you look desirable!

Betrayal. That’s the first thing I feel, which is ludicrous. For there to be betrayal, there would have had to been trust first

Imagining my home makes me ache with loneliness

Leave? How could I leave Prim, who is the only person in the world I’m certain I love?