Hey everyone! This is in Katniss's point of view, I hope you enjoy!

I don't own The Hunger Games, but that would be nice!

Have fun. Sorry if the beginning makes little sense, I based it off a dream I had. It starts when Katniss and Peeta get home from the 1st games, however, Cinna was already beaten by the capital. I don't know why, but that's what I dreamt so I went with it. After that, it's all my own.

(I did take Collins idea about tracker Jacker Venom. Shh, you'll see :) )

I had a dream last night where the world was desolate. My hands seemed bare and the place I now called home seemed empty. The visions kept playing through my head; the death of my fellow tributes, the crazy hallucinations. But I knew that I was out of that world, I knew that I shouldn't be afraid of anything, but I was. My instincts were still sharp; I was constantly reaching over my shoulder for my sheath of arrows whenever I heard an alarming sound. It was silly, almost crazy, but I couldn't shake this feeling of everyone being the enemy. When I woke, the insanity clung to me like my own skin. I found no comfort in the confinement of my own home, I only saw evil venturing out of every corner. I walked in a crouch as I went down the stairs of my obscure domicile. I peered over the railing so discreetly I wouldn't have been seen by the highest flying eagle. My mother lied upon the couch sleeping comfortably. I didn't want to hurt her by showing how shaken up I was, so I stood up straight with perfect poise and I walked over as gracefully as I could manage.

"Where's Cinna?" I asked distantly. I didn't even know why I was asking for Cinna. She sat up rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"He's out on the porch, in the back." My eyes instantly flew to the back door, but I remained still. My mother looked at me quizzically.

"Thanks, I'm going to go talk to him," I said quietly through gritted teeth. Before I could catch the dejected look that was bound to be on her face, I rushed to the back door and wrapped my hand tightly around the knob. Instinctively, my face turned calm and my body went into a minor state of relaxation. Cinna always made me feel somewhat put together. I stepped through the door way, almost completely confident, until I caught sight of him.

"Katniss," Cinna said hollowly.

"Cinna…" I whispered, horrified. His eyes were sunken in, his mouth a tiny ball of cracked lips. The clothes on his back clung to him like he was dipped in a vat of red liquid. He looked deranged, almost unrecognizable.

"Oh, Cinna…" I ran over to him and sat directly in front of him. "What happened to you?"

"I always put my feelings towards my work, Katniss," he said with a broken smile. His dresses had all been beautiful, yes, but more defying to the capital than words can say.

"Who did this?" I asked before I could stop myself. I wasn't really sure if I wanted to know.

"It was terrible. After you stepped into the module, I knew someone was going to come and punish me for defying the capital. I just didn't think it would be Flavius and the rest of the design team."

His voiced ended with a low groan as my hand came up to an open wound on his shoulder. My hands shook with fury.

"But that's impossible! Cinna you trusted them, I trusted them! How could they…"

"Katniss…" The way Cinna's voice reigned defeat finally drove me over the edge, and I snapped. Everyone was coming after me again. The arena was just preparation for this battle. Before I could think, I quickly got to my feet, my survival instincts taking over, and I bolted for the woods behind me. I could hear Cinna's faint cries beckoning me back, but I didn't turn around. Only for a moment did I stop, and that was in front of Peeta's home. My eyes flew to his bedroom window, and no doubt he was looking down at me. The horror on my face must have been apparent because he vanished from the window frame. Peeta thought I needed him to comfort me. And the strange thing was, I wanted him to, but that wasn't an option. I already owed Peeta Mellark for multiple things, and I didn't need another.

When Peeta's front door cracked open, the sound made the memories of the trackerjackers nest slamming to the ground fill my ears. "Stay alive, Stay alive." Haymitch's voice rang through my head. Without looking at Peeta, I began my sprint into the woods. "Right away, look for water." I knew exactly where to head, and there was no way Peeta could keep up with my pace with his bad leg. So I slowed down to a light jog. The smell of the woods brought comfort to me. I could hear the cackle of every animals step, the flap of every bird's wing; each sound was like a beautiful song, the entire woods a chorus. But then I heard the small tune of a single mockingjay. My entire body froze, but my ears stayed attentive. Was I imagining this? No, the sound had been real, for it kept playing. Every mockingjay in hearing distance was singing the tune of Tiny Rue.

"Stop…" I whispered, as if the mockingjays would listen to me. But the sound only grew louder. The music swelled, and it kept swelling. The tune took over my brain, and I sunk to the ground. My hands were covering my ears, but the sweet, horrific melody was seeping through my fingertips. I couldn't take it; my head was going to explode.

"STOP!" I screeched as furiously as I could, and… all was silent. Only a voice, so pure and relishing broke through the eerie quiet. But I couldn't recognize it, my mind was completely shattered.

"Rue… Oh Rue…" I was shaking, my entire body rocking slowly back and forth. The voice was getting louder. It was being a nuisance to my solitude. But my mind was clearing, and the voice suddenly became clear. A man's voice. My fathers? No, he passed long ago. Haymitch? No, he was probably drunk or sleeping. Could it be…?

"Katniss! Where are you?" It was Peeta Mellark, coming to save me yet again. How he caught up with me, I had no idea. How long I had been sitting there, I was unaware.

I gained some control of my body and cranked my neck to the thick thumping sounds of Peeta's footsteps. But he was another enemy, another way for me to let down all the people I love. I couldn't stay there, flight was essential. I got to my feet and bounced around wondering which way to move. The voice calling to me was getting closer, Peeta was getting closer.

"Katniss!" he yelled as he broke through a clump of bushes and into the tiny clearing that surrounded me. I knew that when I turned to look at him, I wouldn't be able to turn away, so I lurched forward about to sprint away, but Peeta drove after me and latched onto my arm. We stood there, me standing in front of him, my back to him, with his fingers tightly gripped around my wrist. Eternity passed, but he finally spoke to me.

"What happened?" was all he said, clearly out of breath. What hadn't happened? My mother, Cinna, the entire country of Panem, I had ruined everything. My defiance had brought everything to ruin. Everything I was sure of seemed so wrong; my value of life was even at risk.

"Katniss, talk to me," he said, closing the small gap that had been separating us. I could feel the heat radiating off his chest. Every sense in me was tingling; Peeta hadn't been so tender with me since we arrived home from the arena. I hadn't realized how lonely I had been without him.

"Peeta…" was all I could choke out before he turned me around and pulled me into his arms. I didn't want to cry, it was a sign of weakness, but the tears were pouring down my face and on to his shirt before I could stop them. "Don't let go," I whispered between shuddering sobs.

"Katniss…" was all Peeta said. He said my name over and over again, each time more tender then the one prior. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest against my ear. The sound of his steady heartbeat was relaxing. The more I calmed down, the more I became aware of Peeta's arms around me, the way his breath came down softly on the top of my head. My eyes remained closed the entire time, so I could soak him up with my less sharp senses. The way his muscles felt against my shoulders, the way his body shifted against me, it was enthralling. When I opened my eyes, it was darker our and we were bother sitting on the ground; how we got that way I did not know.

I pulled away from him, but not enough to loosen my grip around his torso. I tried to move my legs, but they were busy being entwined with Peeta's. His face was golden in the setting sun, his blue eyes reflecting what was left of the day light.

"I'm sorry, Peeta," I murmured, pulling my self farther into his lap, "Now I owe you more then before." Peeta made a sound of exasperation, but he didn't move away.

"I know what you can do to make up for it," he mumbled into my ear. As numerous thoughts swept through my mind, I felt him lightly kiss the skin on the left side of my neck. The strangest sensation developed in those spots he began to kiss and I found myself whimpering when his lips weren't moving over my skin. But the treat was too good to be true because Peeta suddenly pulled away and formed a firm grasp on my shoulders.

"Look at me, Katniss!" he said forcefully. As tentatively as I could manage, I met my eyes with Peeta's. The light blue orbs had been replaced with rock solid sapphires. His mouth twisted into a grimace so foul. I could feel the disgust settling within me, but disgust for what?

"You don't get it, do you?" He said solemnly. I shook my head in protest.

"No, I do."

"Then what is it?" Realization swept over me. The disgust lingering in his eyes, it wasn't towards the hunger games, it was towards me.

"I disgust you, don't I?" I whispered, laughing sadly to myself upon recognizing his hatred. His visage showed shock and confusion; he probably didn't think I would understand so quickly. "Everything about me disgusts you. I'm a liar, a pathetic excuse for a human being. And now, even you don't want me. I didn't realize how worthless I was Peeta, I'm sorry."

I went to move away from him, so he wouldn't have to feel my griminess through his fingers, but he latched on even tighter than before.

"Are you crazy?" he said with soft disbelief. Even worse, he started laughing; he was actually laughing. The look on my face must have made him realize that I was serious, because I was serious. At least, I thought I was.

"How could you ever think any of that, Katniss?" He asked incredulously. His voice was growing with soft fury. "I have sacrificed everything for you and you feel… worthless? You feel that you disgust me? Have my efforts to keep you alive and change this dastardly world that you live in, meant nothing? Katniss, if you hadn't lived after the hunger games, I would have nothing left to live for myself." Peeta brushed his thumb lightly across my cheek bone. I leaned into his touch. "Don't ever think you're worthless, Katniss. You're the most valuable Gem that ever existed in this terrible country, and everyone wants to be you. Everyone wants you, especially me."

"Peeta, I didn't know. You never told me…"

"I didn't expect you to know," he whispered, moving his face closer to mine.

"I'm so…"

"Don't say another word." His words spread across my lips, and then his lips took their place. Each kiss was soft, lingering a bit longer than the other. My mind completely adored the intimate sensation. I forgot about thinking and gave myself to Peeta. His kisses were getting progressively more aggressive; more desperate. I found myself yearning for him just as much as he was yearning for me.