Hello readers! Shonti here with a new story! I know I have another story I'm currently working on, but I really wanted to write this one! Check out my other story "Because She Came Here With Me"! It's about what would happen if Katniss loved Peeta after the interview. Now here's the summary for this story:

Summary: Peeta is hijacked. Katniss has never been good with words. But when Katniss tells Peeta these three words what will happen? Could it bring back the real Peeta? Or could it kill him.

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CHAPTER 1

"He wants to see you." Haymitch tells me. I feel the tiniest bit of hope bloom inside me. Maybe he's getting better!

"Okay," I say. "When?"

"Meet me by his room at nine," he says, and then leaves. I look at the clock. It's only three in the afternoon. I have a long wait till tonight.

I lean against the wall waiting for Haymitch to come. I try to tell myself to not be so hopeful, remembering the last two encounters with him. First he tried to strangle me and the last time he wanted to see me he ended with him screaming I'm a mutt.

"Well you're here early." I turn to see Haymitch walking up to me. I shrug, but I can't put out the sparks of hope in my eyes. He puts a hand on my shoulder. "Don't be afraid of being disappointed, sweetheart," he says, but I can see he has the exact same look in his eyes.

One of his doctors comes up to me. "He won't be in restraints this time, so if he attacks just run out." I nod.

A nurse walks out of his room. "He's ready," she says. I slowly open the door and stare into crystal blue eyes. It's a relief to see them and not the horrible black eyes when he goes into hijacked mode. He's sitting on the edge of his bed.

I smile at him "Hi, Peeta."

"Hi," he replies. It hurts me to see the guarded look in his eyes and the cautious sound of his voice.

"Haymitch said you wanted to see me." I prompt, hoping he'll say something the old Peeta would say.

He nods. "I remember the bread."

I freeze. "Really?" I say, hoping the excitement in my voice isn't too noticeable. He nods. "What do you remember about it?"

"You were in the rain outside the bakery and you were starving. I burnt some bread and my mother hit me." I nod, wanting him to continue. "I went outside and threw two loaves to the pigs and one the to you. The next day I tried to catch your eye, but you looked away. And then you picked a flower, I used to remember what kind, but now I don't." He looks me straight in the eyes. "Is that right?"

"Almost. You threw two loaves to me and one to the pigs and I picked a dandelion the day after," I correct. He gives a slight nod and then laughs to himself. "What?" I ask.

"I just find it funny that you're helping me even though you hate me." He says.

"I don't hate you," I retort.

He laughs coldly, standing from his bed. "I know what this is, Katniss. You're trying to trick me into trusting you again." Tears are starting to fill my eyes. "I'm not falling for it this time," He hisses. His eyes are starting to turn black.

"Peeta, I don't hate you!" I yell in desperation.

"Yes, you do!" he yells, starting to advance towards me.

"I love you," I choke out.

He freezes. His eyes turn back to blue. Then to black. He closes his eyes tightly and his hands are gripping the sides of his head. He begins to stumble. He leans his fore head against the nearest wall to steady himself.

"Peeta?" I whisper, cautiously stepping towards him. He turns to look at me. I gasp and stumble backwards into a corner.

His eyes are blood red.

Suddenly he collapses onto the floor, shaking violently. "Peeta! Help!" I scream, over and over. "Help!"

Doctors and nurses burst through the door. I'm still screaming. I see someone with bronze hair run into the room. "Finnick! Help!" I scream. He runs over to the corner I'm hunched in and scoops me up in his arms and quickly runs out of the room. We sit on a bench outside of Peeta's room and I sob into his chest.

I see a flash of blonde hair and I look up in time to see Peeta get wheeled right by me. Finnick and I run after the doctors. They're saying he has to get emergency surgery.

Before he's wheeled into the operating room, I yell, "Peeta, stay with me!"

I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure he whispered, "Always."

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~shonti