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Chapter 1
"You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know."
"NO!"
I opened my eyes just in that moment, startled, my breathing accelerated, noting how little drops of cold sweat rolled down my forehead and neck. I focused my eyes towards the alarm clock: 7:00 AM. My gaze scanned the bedroom, directing it towards the window and resting it over branches of the tree in the garden. A small chill went through me when I saw the small bird, its soft and bright black feathers stirred; it lifted a wing to comb its flank with care, and I could see the unpolluted white beneath it. I shuddered again when horrible memories came to my mind; I couldn't avoid being affected over the simple act of seeing that tiny bird. Everything was different now…everything had changed, everything was…better? For whom? Surely not for me…
"Sssshhhh…" I heard the murmur in my ear. Another shiver went through my body, but this one was different-"Another nightmare?"
I shook my head "no" very gently; I would be lying if I had said "yes", even if I was tempted to do so, if only for the heartwarming sensation of being comforted (even more) in between his strong, warm arms.
"It was just a strange dream…" I stroked the hand that he had placed over my waist. A hand that was soft yet big and strong, perfect for banishing nightmares.
I couldn't help looking again through the window; the bird was still there preening itself. I suddenly started to sob. Peeta leaned over and whispered in my ear, "its okay Katniss, dear, love, I'm here, and don't worry." I suddenly felt relieved and stopped crying.
"Thanks, I just saw a mockingjay outside the window and it reminded me of the war, Finnick's death, your hijacking, and (I shuddered at the thought) Prim's death."
Peeta replied gently, "its okay, your fine now, I'm here and they are in a better place now and I'm all better."
Now this thought came to my mind, it had been months, almost a year, since the war had ended, there was no other way to call the rebellion in which I had been forced to participate, the one in which they had turned me into their symbol without meaning to, the tragic lover, the survivor, the girl who had defied the Capitol and its farce…a necessary war with unnecessary deaths.
Peeta asked "What's wrong, Katniss?"
I said hesitantly, "Oh, nothing. Maybe if I go to the woods and hunt for a while, I might feel better."
"Yeah, that might work, I'll even bake you some cheese buns and chocolate cupcakes, if you want," Peeta said cheerfully.
"Oh yay! That would be wonderful!" I exclaimed with a smile.
He smiled back and said, "Well, you should start getting ready if you're going to go hunting."
"Ok, fine." I teased.
After he left the room, I went to my closet, got my old hunting boots, my game bag, and my father's jacket (aka, my hunting jacket). Then, I went to the bathroom to braid my hair.
I hopped down the stairs and ran to give Peeta a quick peck on the check and say "Bye. See you later." And left the house.
Soon, I was crossing the district boundary fence to my refuge in the forest.