Hey! This is my first fanfic. I love the Hunger games series, but I was really unhappy with the way the series ended. My friend and I decided to fix the ending, and so I wrote it down. It's just going to be two or so chapters about how Mockingjay should have ended in my opinion. Reviews would be great cause I'm new to this. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games. If I did, Peeta and Katniss would have gotten married at the end of book one. But I don't, so they didn't. Suzanne Collins owns it…I wish I did…

Forever Waking Up

Chapter 1

I had just watched my sister die. I watched the small parachute fall to the ground, felt the force of the explosion, felt the pain of loss, and fallen, crumpled, back to the ground. Prim, my Prim, was gone. The light from the explosion knocked out my vision. I felt myself searching for light, but never finding it. It also seemed strange that I couldn't feel my body. Not just my legs or arms, but my whole body. And then all feeling came back.

"Katniss, please. Please come back to me.'

Who was saying that? I was right here, crumpled on the ground, dying both inside and out. Why couldn't they see that? But I wasn't. I realized at that moment that the sounds of war had drowned in the recesses of my mind. They were lost. But how could they be? There was just an explosion. I tried to move my arms, though I still hadn't regained my vision.

"Oh my god. She moved. Mrs. Everdeen! Mrs. Everdeen, she moved! She grabbed my hand!'

I recognized the voice. It was Peeta. But why was Peeta here if he was still in the same condition? He could snap at any moment, and in my weakened, blinded state I wouldn't be able to defend myself. He was going to kill me. With all the strength I could muster, I forced open my eyelids. I wasn't outside the President's mansion. I was in a small, white room. The light from the window mixed with the fluorescent lights above me to form a disturbingly bright yellow. A sky blue blanket covered my legs, and I was hooked up to about seven machines. Then I saw him.

He stared at me warily. His blue eyes clouded with worry, and possibly tears. His blonde waves were disheveled, poking out this way and that, as though he hadn't slept in days, and this was confirmed by the deep purple circles under his bloodshot eyes. Peeta reached out to me, and he took my hand. I frowned. Why was he doing this? He hated me.

"Katniss. Oh, Katniss I was so worried. How do you feel?'

"Peeta? What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here. I don't feel like dying today," I said, sitting up and bracing for his attack.

"What are you talking about? Why would I hurt you? I love you. You know that.'

"But…the venom…you tried to kill me…"I questioned.

'Katniss, what is the last thing you remember before you realized you were in this hospital?'

"What do you mean? I just watched my sister die, Peeta! I don't know how you got me here so fast, but I didn't lose my memory. I saw her die, and all those children, too!' How could he not remember? Surely he must have heard the explosion, even if we had split up earlier. How could he not know?

"Katniss,' he began. 'That didn't happen. There was no explosion." My brow furrowed in a mixture of confusion and anger. How dare he say there was no explosion. He continued, "You've been in this bed for three months. I've been with you this whole time.' His hurt expression made me believe him. Well, I believed he thought he spoke the truth. We don't understand completely how tracker-jacker venom works.

"I know you think this is true," I said softly. "But your mind is twisted right now. You're not thinking normally."

He frowned in frustration. Then he spoke with intensity. 'I'll prove it to you.' He left the room, and returned a few moments later. He didn't come back to the side of my bed, however. He went to stand in the corner of the small room. Before I could speak to ask what he was doing, the door squeaked open. In walked a small little blonde girl, her light blue eyes sparkling with wetness. In walked a ghost. In walked my little duck, my Prim.