Hi guys.

This is my first fanfic, and I don't really know what I'm doing. Please bare with me. This story is from Katnisses point of view(so far). I'm still debating whether or not Peeta should have his point of view show. Any suggestions? I'd love to hear your comments, constructive criticize, and anything else you have to say. Like I said, I'm still learning, so if you have suggestions or anything, I'm all ears. I hope you like it:

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games, or it's characters or plotlines. Suzanne Collins is the Goddess who created those. She deserves all credit.

I sit alone in my bed panting, sweating, and reminiscing my most recent nightmare.

Peeta lay on his bed in the hospital room in district 13. I ran to him, missing the embrace of his arms. I yearned to be with him, to have him hold me, and tell me things would be okay. Instead of my thoughts coming true, he grabbed my neck, and whispered cold words as my breath suddenly became more desperate. "You're a mutt, nothing more than a terrible thing. Prim hates you. Gale hates you. I hate you." Those were the last words I heard as Peeta throttled the life out of me.

I woke up screaming. I don't know for how long, nor do I care. All I wanted at that moment was for Peeta to be there and tell me it wasn't real. I wanted him to comfort me, and kiss my troubles away. But he wasn't there, because the capital took him from me.

After calming myself down, I strode over to the window and opened the curtains. Bright streaks of sunlight pushed their way into my room. The warmth felt good after hearing such cold words.

I looked out the window, checking to see if the primroses Peeta had planted were still there. It's been nearly a week since he planted them, but I worry about them constantly. They haven't blossomed yet because it's only mid-spring. Days are mildly hot, nights still as cold as winter. Yet, everyday I check to see if a primrose has begun to appear. If prim has come back yet.

Most days I'm disappointed because it hasn't budded yet, but just the sight of it makes me happy. Besides the pearl, it's one of my only physical things from Peeta left.

I checked my watch, and saw it was 10 am. Time to get up I suppose. I walked over to the bathroom slowly, listening to the sound of my footsteps. This house was too empty. It needed happiness; people to give it life. Prim used to be able to do that. She lit up every room just by smiling. And she smiled a lot. Hearing her laugh made others laugh. No matter how much pain she was in, she would always strive to make people happy. Ever since she's been gone, this house hasn't been the same.

It takes all I have not to break down crying. All I've done since returning home from district 13 is cry. Little things are what trigger me. Thinking of Prim, going back to my old house, and basically anything that I can associate with the war trigger my emotions. I know I need a distraction, something to pull me out of my abyss of sorrow. But, the only thing left that might do that hasn't spoken to me, let alone contacted me, in over a week. As I brush my teeth, I decide what I'm going to do today. What I need to do today. I must go see Peeta.

After my shower, I put on a cute outfit for my first day out of the house. Until now, Greasy Sae has been taking care of me, but I realize that the only way I will ever heal is if I become more independent. I pull on my typical black pants. I feel most confident in these because they were a newer version of my hunting pants. Made by Cinna, of course. It always helps to have him with me. Kind of like a reminder to be strong. He always believed in me, and now his clothing gives me the confidence to believe in myself.

Next, I picked a pale blue V-neck shirt. It was almost periwinkle, but not quite. It was long sleeved, but thin. Even if it was warmer outside, I wasn't quite ready for everyone to see my scars. Lastly, I strapped my black hunting boots to my feet. It felt good to wear real clothing again. For the past few weeks I would only wear pajamas all day.

I walked over to the mirror and braided my hair in my signature side braid. My hair had become longer since the war. It was almost down to my ribs, about on my heart. I glanced at myself from the mirror. Staring back at me was the same Katniss I always saw, only different. I was thin, much thinner than before the war.

Yet I thought I looked pretty, besides my scars. Most of those were covered, only a few on my face and neck showed. Normally, those few scars would have bothered me. But today, for some reason, I didn't mind them. It showed who I was, what I had been through. It made me, me.

After descending the stairs, I made myself a quick omelet and gobbled it down quickly. I wasn't much of a cook, but Greasy Sae had taught me a few things before leaving me alone to fend for myself. Noodles, omelets, and toast. Other than that, I was clueless when it came to cooking.

Before leaving the house, I took one last peek at myself in the mirror. I hadn't seen Peeta in over a week. What if planting the primroses was only a kind gesture? What if he really didn't want to see me anymore? What if he hated me?

No, I told myself. He doesn't hate me. I just need some confidence in myself. I need to make things right before it's too late. I smiled and winked at myself, before walking out the door and slamming it behind me. Look out district 12; Katniss Everdeen is back.