A/N: Sorry guys if I don't do this right, my first story! Hope you like it!
NOTE: This is an alternate ending/story of MockingJay. So, if you haven't finished it, DO NOT READ!
Peeta POV:
My name is Peeta Mellark. I'm seventeen. Katniss Everdeen is the girl I survived two Hunger Games with. District 12 is destroyed. So is most of Panem. President Snow is still in control of Panem. He tortured Katniss, killed Prim, and hijacked me. I'm TRYING to let the memories come back. Slowly, they are, but too slow. Katniss and I are growing back together, slowly. I don't think she knows this, but I'm starting love her again. Some things I remember about her are nightmares. They showed me the past two Hunger Games, and I remember some things about them, but every time I would try to remember more, the Tracker Jacker venom would take over. They've said there's really nothing they can do to help me, but they're trying. They've done so many tests, it's near impossible to count them all. All I can think is why me? Is it something I did in the Games? Outside of the Games? If I could REMEMBER more it would help a lot. I remember traveling to the Capitol to kill Snow, and that it was my fault we failed, and that Prim died. My fault. The thought has me like a rock as I feel tears rolling down my cheeks, and I can't stop them. For some reason, I can't stop. The worst of it hits as Katniss walks in.
"How are you doing, Peeta?" I hear her say.
"Getting better. What about you?" I say drying the tears, and pulling myself together.
"You don't look much better. Do you want anything?" She says, trying to hold back tears.
"No, I'm fine. Are you okay?" I say, trying to comfort her and make her feel better.
"Yeah, it's just that, it's so hard for me to see you like this, and remember everything you've been through…" She trails off as she starts crying.
"Come here." I say, trying to comfort her. She comes and lays her head in my lap.
"We used to do this a lot. Real or not real?" She says
"Real." I reply. She gives a little sigh of relief. I do remember doing this. I remember some of the 'good things'. Like when we were in the cave in the first Hunger Games, and being on the roof of the Training Center the entire day before the second. I wish I was that same guy. Wish.
Her words pull me back to reality. "Peeta, how much of me DO you remember?
"I remember in giving you the bread when we were kids. I remember the moment when I heard you volunteer for your sister. I remember being called for it, also. I remember you finding me when I was dying, and washing me off, when we were in the cave, I remember you trying to kill me-" She cut me off with sounds of disbelief, and crying.
"What's wrong, Katniss?" I say.
"That last part, not real. In the cave, I saved your life, I went to a feast and got you medicine. For your leg." She says in a strong, frustrated way.
"I guess that's the Tracker Jackers." I say, trying not to get to into the subject.
"What else do you remember?" She says hopefully.
"I remember Finnick. I remember when we were on the beach together. I remember giving you the pearl, and the locket. Then, yelling your name as I was captured by-" She cuts me off again.
"Don't" She says, shushing me. I'm getting frustrated now. She isn't the one who was hijacked. Or was I even hijacked? Was it a lie? Are they trying to convince me that I was hijacked so that they could erase the memories? The thoughts overtake me and I feel like I'm going to explode. I'm getting so angry. The last thing I remember before being knocked out is yelling at her, and wrapping my fingers around her throat, again.
A/N: So I hope you guys liked it! Next chapter coming soon! Review pleasseee!
-KatelynnLovesPeeta123