After Mockingjay

Chapter Four

I wake up with a start. I look around at my surroundings. I'm laying on the couch, with a blanket traced over my body. No one else is in the living room. They must of all left.
  I throw the blanket off of me, and walk into the kitchen. No one in there. So yup, they all left last night. I trudge up the stairs and walk into the bathroom. I quickly brush my teeth, and get my shower done. I then pull my hair into a braid and slip on my hunting boots. I have this feeling of urgency to go hunting again.
I reach the woods with ease. I take in a huge breathe. I always loved the smell of the woods. It gave me a warm feeling inside. The sun shining through the trees made me feel at peace. The occasional bird chirp, or leave fall gave me a sense of my surroundings too.
I travel deep into the forest with out paying any attention to the time. I sit my bow beside me as I take a seat on the log. I watch the sunset, and here the outdoor creatures go quite. I feel like that's my que to head home, so so I do. 
I ended up not catching anything that day. Just being on the woods made me feel a lot better. These days I never feel at ease. With all the guilt and torture building up inside me, I'm always awake and stiff. I feel like if I make the wrong move someone will slam through my front door, and beat me senseless. I don't feel loved. That's why I never go out. People are always staring. And I know it's out of hurt and hate. People don't call me the girl on fire anymore. It's because I burnt out their fire, and I'm not going to be the one to light it up again.
I finally make it home. My doors is always unlocked so I just stroll in. I slip off my shoes and set my bow and arrow to the side. I walk into the living room. And for the second time in the past 24 hours, Peeta Mellark is stirring on my couch. With a very worried look