A/N: Although I am one of the biggest Hunger Games fans ever, I was not particularly fond with the ending of Mockingjay. So after some thought, I have decided to make a short story about what happens after the Epilogue so I'm satisfied with the story. So here it is! Oh by the way, yes Katniss named her children after Finnick and Prim. Their middle names are Cinna and Rue.

Disclaimer: I definitely do NOT own The Hunger Games series although I am a HUGE fan and I worship Suzanne Collins.

Chapter 1

My name is Katniss Mellark. My home is District 12. I am married to Peeta Mellark. I am a mother of two children. I was in the Hunger Games. The Hunger Games are gone. I'm surprised I'm not dead. Sometimes I wish I was dead.

The primroses in front of my house are beautiful at this time of year. Peeta had planted them many years ago. It surprises me they are still there today. I never dared mentioned the significance of these flowers to my children. Their life is just so peaceful, it shouldn't be disrupted by the past. They don't need to know that where they play is a graveyard. Nor do they need to know why their mother never seems to be truly happy. They don't need to know why I am mentioned so many times if their daily school sessions. They don't need to know their mother is the Mockingjay.

Last night I had been awoken when my child climbed into my bed. "Mommy," he said,"You were screaming." I noticed Peeta lying beside me. His eyes were wide open. I had clearly awoken him once again.

"It's alright Finn, Mommy just had another bad dream. Go back to bed." After some comforting words from his father, the boy eventually made his way back to him room. Peeta laid himself back down next to me. "I'm here Katniss," he said, "Your safe. Go back to sleep."

Despite my husband's reassurance that nothing could harm me, the nightmares continued. I was forced to watch as my mockingjay pin burst into flames and slowly melted into the ground where the dead bodies of the past tributes lay. When I looked over the dead bodies, there stood Peeta and my children. Each of them clutched a deadly weapon in their hands. My feet wouldn't move. My family was charging towards me seeking my death. Then I was awoken my the sound of my body hitting the bedroom floor.

I now sit curled up by the front window, watching as the primroses lit up the depressing street of the victors village. My attention draws to Haymitch's house. I hadn't seen him in almost a month. It was better off that way.

I jerk my head as I hear the door open. An old lady and a child enter my house. She greets us with a smile and a loud hello. Finn and Prim run towards her and embrace her with a hug. Greasy Sae had been coming every so often to help me with the kids while Peeta was working. I needed her, for all I knew if she wasn't there I'd be attempting suicide when my kids weren't looking.

I do not bother to greet her. I was not exactly in a friendly mood. I was still in deep thought after my dream last night. It was a new sort of dream to me. Usually my dreams had some sort of meaning to them. Well, not exactly a meaning but they happened for a reason. They could be based off memories from the past. This dream was very new to me.

I realized that my lips were moving. I was singing again. It had become quite common. Everybody must have thought I was going mad. I knew for a fact, that I was.

"Deep in the meadow, under the willow

A bed of grass, a soft green pillow

Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes

And when again they open, the sun will rise."

"Katniss!" exclaims Greasy Sae, "Wake up"

I close my mouth and turn towards her. Everybody was staring at me. "Sorry," I say almost in a whisper. I turn towards the window once more. I notice Haymitch's door opening and a foot stepping out. No, I don't want to see him. I turn my head back to where Prim looks at me worriedly.

I'm startled by the phone ringing. I observe the phone unable to rise to my feet. With a sigh, Greasy Sae lifts the phone to her ear. Then she hands it to me. I hesitate, but finally reach for the phone.

"Hi Katniss!" she says cheerfully, "Hows my little Finnick?"

"Annie..." I say in one breath. "How are you?"

Annie bursts into uncontrollable laughter. It does not surprise me. I wonder how she manages her child all alone. I imagine the poor confused child with his completely mad mother. I panic. I throw the phone across the room and Greasy Sae's granddaughter catches it and hangs it up.

I need time alone. I grab a jacket and head out to the woods. I run as fast as I can. I finally find the log where I had stored my bow and arrows where I sit down and cry. This is where I had come to be free all those years ago with Gale. I needed it now.

Gale. The word haunts me. He never appears in my dreams anymore. Why was this? People would guess he would be one of my main nightmares, he was part of the reason my sister was dead. I had chosen Peeta over him. There wasn't much of a choice on my part though. What would have happened if Gale was here? Would I still be married to Peeta? Or would I have killed myself long ago?

I sat on my log for hours. The sky soon became dark. I began making my walk home. I noticed the lights in Haymitch's house on. Why did I care so much?

I opened the door to find Peeta waiting for me. "Where have you been?" he asked, "The children were worried. I was worried! Greasy Sae had to stay with them all day! What sort of mother are you to leave your children at home while you go missing?"

"I needed time alone Peeta," I say.

"That's no excuse!" he snaps at me, "I don't need you running away from our children Katniss!"

I notice something behind Peeta's head. It's the television. It catches my eye.

"Look at me when I talk to you!" he shouts. He probably woke up the children.

I can't stop looking at the image on the screen. The amount of Peeta's anger rises. He turns his head in frustration. I watch as his anger slowly fades away when he looks at the screen. It's a broadcast from District 2. A familiar face sits upon the screen as if by fate. Gale.