17Hello! So after many reviews from people telling me they were reading this story, I decided to continue. Life has been so crazy for me, so I won't have a chance to update much, but I want to do this for you guys! Btw today is my birthday! Anyways... Read On!:)
Peeta Mellark woke with a start in a cold sweat. His nightmare had been so vivid. He pushed the covers off of his legs and swung them over the bed. He rubbed his prosthetic leg and squeezed his eyes closed.
He could still see it so clearly; the day he lost everything. It had been a beautiful day at the bakery, lots of customers and good chatter. Until that night. On accident, one of the ovens had been left on. That summer had been the driest one Peeta had ever seen. The bakery caught fire, and only Peeta had survived, but he lost his leg in the fire. His brother Rye had grabbed him and pushed him out the window right before the roof fell in. He lost his home, his family and his leg at only 16. Peeta had suffered from terrible nightmares and PTSD ever since that fateful summer night. It had been 6 years, but he still hadn't recovered. He probably never would.
He decided he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, so he got out of bed and paced back and forth across the cold, hardwood floor of his room. With the pacing not working to clear his head, he decided to paint. Peeta had picked up painting a few weeks after the accident, his therapist said it might help to get all the images out of his head and to focus on something besides what had happened.
He grabbed an empty canvas and some paints and brushes and set up. The images in his head swirled together; he didn't know what the painting would be tonight. He let his hands do what they wanted as if they had a mind of their own. Slowly, an image appeared on the canvas. It was a painting of a now familiar girl that had frequented Peeta's paintings along with the mysterious words: Find the missing pieces. Peeta didn't know what that was supposed to mean. What pieces? Peeta always found the girl to be very beautiful; long raven colored hair, her olive complexion, but most striking were her eyes, they were a beautiful silver color that seemed to always be filled with an unexplainable sadness, a longing for something. Something Peeta himself felt as if he himself understood on a personal level. Peeta shook his head. Was he going insane? This girl was a figment of his imagination, not some living person who understood him.
But why did he feel as if she were so real? Where did she come from? Who was she? What were the missing pieces?
A sudden violent shaking takes over Peeta's world. Then everything goes black.