Peeta Mellark Blog

  Almost there! We won in the games. However, they changed the rules again. The Capitol won’t allow two winners after all. I knew this was coming. This was never meant to end well. The fair is on every part of my body, mind, and spirit. We have to do at last move, bluffing about our death? Katniss looks at me, and I know she won’t kill me. I won’t kill her either. I would rather die than be the reason she doesn’t make it home. But she does something brilliant. She pulls out the nightlock poison berries, and suddenly, we are in control. If they won’t let us both live, they will have no victor. The Capitol won’t stand for that. I see the panic in their eyes as the announcer rings through the arena. We won. We survived. But something tells me we didn’t win. The Capitol won’t forget this. And now, Katniss and I are more than survivors; we are rebels without meaning to be. What happens now?  

OK!  I had little time to write because I was in the arena; everything happened so fast.  Day 1, the runner for my life, the allies I had to do to ensure my survival and keep Katniss safe.  Now, I am in the mud, wounded and hopeless, and she has found me! So, while I am too weak to talk. I think about what I  wish to post in my diary, and here it is.  I should be dead. I should have bled out in the stream after Cato cut me down. But Katniss found me. She risked herself to help me. I lay in the mud for days, thinking it was the end. I had accepted it. And then, suddenly, she was there, pressing her fingers to my forehead, her voice pulling me back. She kissed me. Was it real? Or was it just for the cameras? I want to believe it’s real, but I can’t afford to. None of this is real. We are just players in the Capitol’s game. But still… when she looks at me, tends to my wounds, and holds my hand in the cave, I feel like I belong somewhere. I don’t care if I die, but ...