THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR READING. THIS STORY WILL BE TOLD FROM BOTH PEETA'S AND KATNISS'S POV CHAPTER BY CHAPTER. I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT AND I HOPE YOU SLOWLY START TO FIGURE OUT WHICH OF THE TWO ARE ACTUALLY CRAZY. THIS STORY WILL BE VERY INTENSE AND IT'S NOT MEANT TO BE ROSES AND GUM DROPS SO IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT STOP READING NOW. IF I GET ENOUGH REVIEWS AND ENOUGH OF YOU SEEM INTERESTED ILL KEEP GOING! PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OF THIS CHAPTER. PLEASE ENJOY!

Peeta

I can never seem to figure out why Katniss looks at me the way that she does. After almost twenty years of marriage I'd think she'd be used to me by now but she seems to be growing more and more distant at an alarming rate.

We fight a lot.

Our last fight was a pretty bad one that neither of us has recovered from yet.

"Peeta they are not real! No one is there! Stop this! I can't take it anymore!" she yelled.

We were standing in the middle of the living room when my anger got the best of me and I shoved her into the wall. I grabbed her jaw and held it tightly as I spoke through clenched teeth.

"Look at them Katniss! Look at them now!" I screamed forcing her head in the direction of our daughter Rue and our son Finnick. They were quietly sitting in front of the fireplace watching intently as the two of us fought. I hated fighting in front our children. They are still so young, and innocent. Rue is only ten and little Finn has just turned five.

Katniss hates them both.

I'm left to raise our children alone while Katniss constantly pushes them away and ignores their constant advances of affection. It's a wonder I haven't left her yet.

She keeps telling me that I'm sick and that I need help but she is the one with the real problem. The way she treats our children makes me hate her. I love them more than life itself but my wife is making our lives miserable. I'm afraid that if I leave her and take the children with me she'll do something crazy like killing herself.

She's tried to before.

When Rue was just four years old Katniss downed an entire bottle of medication prescribed to her from Dr. Aurelis. She filled the bathtub to the rim with water and sat down in it awaiting death's grip. When I found her she was floating on her back half dead. Rue ran into the bathroom before I could stop her.

"Is mommy dead?" she asked.

I didn't have time to answer her; I only had time to react. I pulled Katniss out of the water and placed her on the bathroom floor. I began the process of mouth to mouth followed by several minutes of pumping her body. After a few minutes she came to. She gasped loudly as I sobbed and held her in my arms.

"What were you thinking Katniss?" I asked her between sobs. "You were just going to leave me here alone?" I was rocking her back and forth sobbing tremendously. I'd almost forgotten about little Rue who was standing idly by watching the whole thing.

"Oh come here my baby," I called out to her.

She ran over and I held my wife and daughter in my arms.

By now Rue was undone. "Mommy's going to be okay. Sshh, everything is alright now."

"Peeta," Katniss coughed, barely able to speak.

"Yes?" I whispered, barely able to speak through my tears.

"There is no one there. Who are you talking to?"

I stared down at her in a fit of confusion. What did she mean there is no one there?

"Katniss I'm talking to Rue, our daughter," I choked out.

Katniss began sobbing uncontrollably. "No Peeta, no," she groaned between tears.

I held her tightly; still unsure of what was going on in her head exactly.

"We don't have a child Peeta!" she screamed up at me crying and trembling. "Why are you doing this?"

I looked to Rue who was crying harder now. I wish she wasn't here to witness her mother's mental breakdown. Rue freed herself from my grip and ran away from the scene.

"You're sick Peeta," she said still weeping. "You need help."

She cried herself to sleep right there in my arms on the cold bathroom floor. I couldn't believe the way my life had turned upside down in just a matter of minutes.

My wife has lost her mind.