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Cold, her body is cold. She can feel it in the in-between of her toes and the point of her nose. It's very much like being pulled out of the ocean after almost drowning. In fact it's the exact same thing. Everything around her comes into focus as if she have been blind for the past month. There's a window in front of the bed, how did she not notice they moved the bed to face the window? And then it comes, like the drowning man gulps for air she does too, but her gasps are accompanied by salty tears.

Someone opens the door harshly and she jumps back in the bed and make startled animal noises she didn't know she could make.

"Good lord! Girl you're awake!" the old woman cries. It doesn't help her tears to see Greasy Sea. She just came back from under a deep ocean and all she needs is air.

She knows Sea doesn't mean she's woken up from slumber; she hasn't closed my eyes in days. No, she just came back from a dreamless sleep that resembles death more closely.

OOOO

Greasy Sea makes her get out of bed; she's jumping up and down like food was raining from the skies. She does as the older woman says; she doesn't want to think about what she wants to do. Thoughts are dangerous, thoughts are memories.

"Take a shower girl, leave the door unlocked" Sea warns her, she wonders what she did when she was in a daze to make her so nervous of leaving her by myself. She doesn't really wash herself, she just stares in amazement at the patches of skin that have been sewed in to her arms and legs. She runs her fingers through her hair, its shorter than it used to be a little below her shoulders. It looks like it hasn't been brushed in years. Katniss Everdeen, girl on fire, looks like a ragged doll.

After a while Greasy Sea comes in and washes her hair, wraps a towel around her shoulders.

"Come with me girl" she says wrapping an arm around her leading her in front of the mirror.

"You bout scared the life of everyone around here. We thought you were permanently…whatever that was. Don't ever do that again ok?" she says as Sea braids her hair in a simple braid down her back. She nods but she can't make any promises.

"So you aint talking? I'm not really surprised, would've been a miracle if you started talking right away. Oh! I have something for you girl they found it with you, here" she hands her something really small. She holds back a sob.

She stands up harshly and throws it on the ground.

She doesn't want to think, she can't think, thoughts are dangerous, she runs out of the house as a pile of memories falls on her like a stack of domino's one after the other they fall on her.

That was Prim's favorite chair, that's where she asked me if I loved Peeta. Peeta, what happened to him? It didn't matter, she didn't need anybody else to worry about, someone else who would leave her. They had all gone, were where they now? She wanted to shout at them. How dare they make her love them? How dare they whisper promises of friendship, loyalty, and love when they were going to leave her all by herself?

No matter how long she runs she can't seem to get far away from death. Maybe it's time, she thinks.

Life is too complicated, too painful. She curses the fool out loud who ever warned her that good people went to heaven and bad people went to hell. She wanted to laugh you don't go to hell, they lived in it. She didn't mind if her death was simple for her life had been complicated enough. Something simple, something quick…..

Two verses came to mind as an answer. Something quick, something simple.

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree

She ran to the small house by the lake hoping that everything she'd left there remained. She sighed as she saw the lone rope hanging from the wall.

She sat by the lake for a while, admiring its beauty for the last time, she allowed herself to smile as she expertly tied the rope. Maybe she'd see Finnick once she was gone, show him how good of a rope tier she was now.

"I'm still better looking" he'd say with a wink. She eagerly stood and hung the rope on a tree in front of the lake. What a beautiful place to go, here in the woods by the place she loved most, uncorrupted, unadultured.

She smiled and sang The Hanging Tree. She had to admit that people were right; she had her father's voice. There was something amazing about going, but not without leaving an echo behind. A cry to all those who had killed all hope.

She stepped on the boulder and put her head inside the rope, tying it closer to her neck.

Are you, are you

Coming to the tree

She sang before kicking the piece of wood she stood on. Her body screamed in pain, clawing grasping for life but she didn't regret anything. Her vision blurred and the pain began to subdue, but just before her vision went black she heard her name being shouted.

I'm coming Prim, she thought but in between the entire blur in her vision she could see a blonde boy running towards her.

Hey Guys, I hope you like it. I'm sorry its such a cliffhanger. I know this has been done multiple times, but I want to have a shot at the whole 'How they got back together" thing. Please review and tell me what you like out of these type of stories.

Thanks for reading! Love ya,

Mel