The unfamiliar clouds shadow the bright sun of district four. This is definitely the first time I felt it rain, in two years, ever since I left district twelve, including Peeta and Gale.

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am the mockingjay. I am nineteen years old. I won the seventy-fourth Hunger Games together with my district partner, Peeta Mellark. I was reaped for the seventy-fifth Hunger Games, along with the other victors of other districts. I escaped the arena, together with my fellow victors, excluding Johanna, Enobaria, and Peeta. In the Capitol, Peeta was tortured for information regarding the standing of District thirteen. He was hijacked, but somehow, before I left for district four, he came back and begged me to stay with him. I couldn't. The memories of my late sister, Primrose, still dwells in places she's never even been on in district twelve. I can't stay.

So I left, with only one person knowing my location. He is none other than my mentor for the games, Haymitch Abernathy. He promised me that he wouldn't tell anyone. He better not; but due to the fact that it's been two years with neither Peeta nor Gale knocking on my door, I presume that he didn't even tell them that he knew my location. I don't want to be found. I'm happy just living here with Annie and Finn, her son. We understand each other, both losing someone we love in the war. We don't bring up the war. We don't want to remember the pain and anguish of knowing that any moment, the ones that you love can be taken away from you.

I walk towards the front door of the first floor of Victor's Village. I sigh as I open the door with the still humid feeling of the stickiness of the rain. I'm not used to rain anymore. It's been sunny for the past two years, not counting the monsoons. This is district four. It's supposed to be sunny here every day; not the gloomy, sad, chill in the atmosphere of district four in this unusual day.

"Hey Katniss," said Annie, making a bottle of milk for her three year old son, Finn. Until now, it amazes me on how much Finn looks like Finnick. No wonder Annie mistakes him with the name, Finnick, at times.

"Hey Annie," I say glumly. I hate rainy days like this; even back at district twelve. It's so depressing, especially the dark clouds, roaming around the skies, effectively covering the sun from its appearance.

"There's a letter for you," Annie says, handing me a white envelope.

"Thanks," I say briefly, and went into my room, grabbing a bottle of juice along the way.

When I got to my room, I looked at the district twelve stamp signifying a letter from Haymitch. Maybe he's not such a drunkard anymore, who knows? I tear the envelope open and read it with a train ticket attached in the envelope. It's an express pass, meaning I can use it any time I could possibly want? What would be so urgent as to why I need to be there earlier? I read the letter and my heart sank.

"Dear Katniss,

You need to go her as fast as you can. Peeta is nuts. He fell into a coma. Go to district twelve. I will explain when you get here.

-Haymitch"

I gasped. A coma? Why will he be in a coma? What happened? Is it because I left him? But that was two years ago, if he had any trouble he could have gotten in trouble two years ago. Why only now?

Without hesitation, I opened my wardrobe, revealing my few choices in clothing. Some t-shirts, some pants, and my father's hunting jacket, which I took before I left. I took whatever I could find and whatever I can fit in my white large-sized duffle bag, from clothes, to toothbrush, to personal items, like the mockingjay pin, and the pearl Peeta gave me. I always had it. I never stopped feeling a connection to him, these two years.

I immediately ran downstairs, to Annie giving Finn some milk. I showed her the letter of Haymitch, and nodded as she read word per word of Haymitch's letter.

"Good luck, Katniss. Remember, if you need anything, just call me," says Annie motherly, which is ironic, considering that we're only about like seven years apart in age difference.

"Thank you for taking me in, these past two years. I think I need to stay in twelve though. Thank you very much, Annie, and visit me in twelve if you've got the time," I say as we separated, and she replied with a nod. I give the conductor my train ticket, which was attached to the letter, and sat down. This is going to be a long trip.

I hope he's alright. I know I left him, but a part of me had a feeling of... longing. I have feelings for the boy, or may I rather say, the man who saved me, Prim, and mother's lives eight years ago. I just didn't want to lose him. But now, I wish that he wouldn't leave. As much as it hurts my pride, I thought about the way I left him three years ago, and I felt ashamed. Crying, wet in the rain, trying to run to the moving train as I watched him trip over the rails. It broke my heart seeing him like that. It became a part of my usual repertoire of nightmares that have been invading my dreams ever since I left him. Wrong, not my dreams, my sleep; I have not slept sound in the past two years. It's been horrible, but not as horrible as being hurt everyday because you see your deceased sister everywhere in your home district. I don't want to think of a funeral with his body in the casket, and only now do I realize, maybe I really do love him a lot. Now that I may lose him.

(A/N): Okay, so I've been dying to write a fanfic like this in awhile. This fanfic while probably be a three-shot or more, depending on the response of the readers, and that means depending on the number of reviews I get on this one. :)

I know, I haven't been updating my other stories, for a while, but I'll update them promise :)

Please R&R.

-Lee