Chapter 1

She sat on the banks of the river, the huntress's hair down in a braid. The sun was starting to rise, and winter was setting in. She was all alone in that forest, and no one could interrupt the peace and quiet unless they wanted an arrow in their throat.

Someone did want an arrow in their throat.

The dead leaves on the ground behind her moved, and she turned with such force backwards that her braid gave her whiplash. She raised her bow and arrow towards the source of the unknown sound. She released the arrow that was already ready to be shot, and before she could even think, she saw the flash of blond hair, and a loud thud had hit the ground.

The young huntress realized her mistake, and scrambled to get to the object that had fallen.

It was Peeta. Peeta Mellark. The boy with the bread. The one-half of the star-crossed lovers. Dead.

His eyes were glazed over. The lover boy would never see the sun rise again. The arrow had hit dead center into his neck. There was blood trickling from the corner of his lip.

"Peeta..?" The young huntress had her hands all over his face, to make sure what she was seeing was real. This was real and there was no going back.

His body jerked awake. "Peeta!" she cried into his hair.

He opened his mouth and out came a voice she knew with familiarity. It wasn't his voice, the golden boy's voice, it was Snow's voice.

"You killed me. Just like you killed the rest of them. You killed them all. It is all your fault." The voice was mechanical, and he spoke through Katniss' hands when she tried to cover his mouth.

His hair had turned to white roses. His eyebrows and eyelashes turned to roses. Everything was turning to roses.

And then Katniss woke up.

Katniss sat up with such a fright that she hit the back of her head against the headboard. She was hyperventilating, and no one could help her in the empty house. It is all my fault, she thought. She repeated this mantra over and over again, as she got out of the bed, down the hallway, and out the front door into the snow filled Victor's Village. It is all my fault.

She was wearing nothing but a thin silk nightgown and slipper, but she felt numb to the cold. It is all my fault. Her slippers didn't cover up enough of her feet, and the snow started to melt inside of her shoes. It is all my fault.

She proceeded to get across the road to the only house that had the Boy with the Bread living in it. The stairs to get up the front door were a challenge, they had iced over and her feet were wet and cold. She manage to get up the stairs after only a couple of slips. It is all my fault.

She took a deep breath and exhaled, able to see her breath on this cold winter night. She raised her hand to go knock on the door, when the door flung open.

There in the doorway, he stood. "Katniss what are you-"

"I killed them all Peeta. I killed them all."

Hello! this is my first attempt at a story, and I don't expect it to be any good! I am going to try to update this at least once a week, and I have no clue if this will be any good. It would be greatly appreciated if you commented on it to give me ideas, or tell me if you would actually want to read this. For now, this is rated T, but maybe next chapter is will be labeled M. It just depends on what I feel like. I have no clue how long these chapters will be, so don't expect anything. Thanks! -Caroline