'I hate you!' I scream, glaring at Peeta, whose only response is to say, quietly, but somehow managing to pack more venom into two words than I had in my whole rant, 'Me too'.
'I wish I'd never even met you!'
The words are hardly out of my mouth when I feel like I'm being sucked into an infinite black nothingness and the pressure is crushing my body and crushing my lungs and I can't breathe I can't breathe I can't breathe.. All of a sudden the pressure is released and I fall to my knees, gasping in long rattling breaths. All my anger is suddenly gone and all I feel is relief at being able to breathe. There are things in life I don't appreciate enough, I muse, like air. My family. Haymitch. Peeta. Especially Peeta.
Wait… where is Peeta? As I look around I realise the question should be where am I? I'm on my knees on the tiled floor of a kitchen, but it's not my kitchen, nor do I recognise it. I take a deep breath and struggle to my feet, determined to find out exactly what's going on. I hear a noise behind me and I turn quickly. Still shaky, I am not prepared to see the sight of Gale Hawthorne leaning casually on the doorframe and smiling at me, and I just have time to see his lips shape the words, 'Honey? Are you okay..? before I crumple to the floor and black out.
