AN: Okay. Hi there. Missed me?
Uhm. Awkward news. I am NEVER updating Unlucky again. I deleted Wonder and Preparing to Take Hold. They were awful and OOC.
I'll leave Unlucky because I hand written that like a year ago but only started publishing it. It's too immature for me. I didn't grasp the character of Peeta very well. And for that I will apologize. I'm still *slightly* proud of it. But after reading Burned, I felt like a failure. But the author has inspired me to write more. (I forgot your penname, whoever you are. I'm too lazy to look it up)

Ah. Sorry bout that.
ANYWHOOOO. This is a song fic to Forced Doors on the 14th Floor by VersaEmerge. Kinda Lengthy. Removed the second chorus.
(I DONT OWN ANYTHING) (PS: I don't have my MJ copy with me. Sorry if it's off. It's on memory.)


Abandon me!

He silently prayed that Katniss would leave him there.
He no longer wanted to be used as bait.
As they inject more and more of the venom-he's losing himself.
There's a part of him who wants to kill her.
But all he used to care about was Katniss.
Something tells him that she's gnawing at herself because of his capture.
But he no longer cares.
He just wanted to be left alone.

I was never one to hold out well under pressure.

His insanity finally kicked in.
Clashing memories that never made sense bothered him.
But he was still to perform under President Snow's command.
"A cease fire," his voice drips off of his lips.
That whispering instinct tells him that he's being played.
But he was never one to hold out well under pressure.

I was lost. I hope you can find me.

He was hopelessly lost. Confused.
He didn't need other adjectives to describe how he felt.
You could see it on his face.
The desire to kill grew.
But the need for love craved hope.
He demanded answers.
All he wanted was to be found.

I've got to find myself before I can move on this time.

He was sick of these games.
He was tired of being played.
There was vicious, fuzzy memories of a violent Katniss.
He hated her.
He blames her for the lives lost.
Of his broken dreams.
But a bittersweet memory left him speechless.
"I'm more than just a piece in their Games."

Can we penetrate the barricades created by me?

As they broke him free, he was screaming conspiracies.
Not just of the Capitol.
Of his love, Katniss.
His blue eyes had created a shield against the truth.
He secretly hopes that she can tear them brick by boring brick.

We know our mouths aren't locked through forced doors.

He knows that he's being watched in his hospital room.
The doctors know what he screams at night.
His eyes dilate in fear.
They whisper words.
Hijacked, they murmur under their breaths.
They were sure that he couldn't hear.
They were wrong.
He knew it all.
But he still believed Katniss was a mutt.

I can feel the tension in your words,
screaming for me to understand what you've been thinking.

"Peeta!" She shouts in sheer joy.
But he doesn't feel the happiness.
He feels the worry.
He interprets it as fear.
He feels the tension.
But assumes it's a cover.
She never loved him.
Did she?

There's a cloud casting ore your head.
Can't see anything clear, you're only seeing who you were.

He couldn't see anything right.
Nothing made sense.
Dripping blood and hot chocolate.
Beautiful gray eyes.
He regarded them as cold and calculating.
But he saw a young starving girl in the rain.
Was this Katniss?
He felt inclined to give her something.
Did he feel that now?

Too far to reach I'll say.
She's on the tips of my fingers.
(He'll bless her heart one step at a time)

His fingers wrap around her throat.
He chokes her.
Release all hatred through his tough hands.
But he feels something.
Maybe he shouldn't have done that.
But as he blacks out, he mouths the words.
"I'm sorry."

Don't let her fall. There will be no return.

His better side never let go.
He never wanted to risk losing her.
He saw her grin at Finnick and Annie's wedding.
One day, he wanted to be the recepient of her joyous smile.

The burdened act which brought us to a halt
will someday make us stronger.

The Games.
The Hijacking.
The Rebellion.
He wanted to give up.
But as Coin placed him on Squad 451, he knew different.
He couldn't sastify Coin with her desire to turn Katniss into a martyr.
He knew one day, Panem will regain strength through the pain.

Clouds casting over your head -
Self portraits of what you once were.

As Finnick died to the mutts, he realized something.
These potrayals of how everyone saw Finnick was wrong.
He was strong. He was loyal. He wasn't a player.
He hoped that people no longer saw his crazy maniac side.
He prayed that he could change into who he used to be.
Loving. Careful. Graceful.

She will break and shatter.
There will be no return. Hold on tight.

She cries relentlessly.
She had lost her Prim.
She no longer had Gale.
She thought she no longer had Peeta.

Let's stop everything - Exchange all that we know
It's much better without having gravity holding you down from the air.

But when she found out that he was there all along, he felt wholesome.
It felt like the whole world stopped just for them.
Just to catch up.

Take action. Stand up for what you once were.
This is my time, our time to make the changes
that we want to make real. This is our time.

There was one word that made him complete.
He is himself again.
The symbol of rebirth.
He whispers in her ears.
"You love me, real or not real?"
"Real."