*This is a one shot. No, I do not hate Peeta or Katniss. This is just what it would be like if Katniss and Peeta had died in The Hunger Games. It's violent, so don't read if you cant handle violence, haha. Enjoy, and please leave reviews*

I'm laying next to Peeta, his strong arms holding me tightly. It feels comforting having another human holding you in such a time of distress. I think about Prim, and of course my mother. What they're doing right now, and if they're watching me. I'm determined to win these games, and return home. There are five left, and Peeta and I are the only team left. Cato, Thresh, Foxface, Peeta and I.

I slowly drift off to sleep later, with all these thoughts running through my head. I dream about Gale, my mother, and Prim. What it would be like being a victor and returning home with Peeta.

I got about a couple hours of sleep, when I am awoken by Peeta shaking me gently. My eyes flutter open slowly and look at him.

"We should probably go find some food," he says.

I sit up and then nod, standing up and grabbing my bow and arrow. We slowly decend out of the cave, and walk together.

"I'll go try and find something," he says quietly, once we reach a grassy plain.

I nod.

"Be careful," I say.

"I will," says Peeta, and he's smiles at me, as he walks away.

I look around in the trees, placing an arrow in my notch, and looking for anything that I could kill. Then, I spot an owl in a tree. I aim my bow at it, but am interrupted when I hear a hear someone scream. It sounds like Peeta. No, it couldn't be.

"Peeta!" I yell, but there's no answer.

I start to panic now, and I start running at full speed, until I see him. My heart feels as if it's stopped in my chest. There I see Peeta lying on the ground, with a big stab wound in his stomach.

"PEETA!" I scream, and run over to him, immediately scooping him up, and holding him in my arms.

"Kat.." Peeta says, too weak to even finish his sentence. He takes my hand which is covered in blood and holds it tightly. I can't believe what I'm seeing right now. I start to sob uncontrollably, which isn't normal for me, considering I don't know him that well.

"Peeta, no! Stay with me.. Please," I beg, but he seems to be loosing focus. He's bleeding out now, and he starts to stare off, the rosiness that once flushed his cheeks, is gone.

"I'm sorry." The words Peeta says are barley audible. His face goes completely pale, and the life slowly drains out of his blue eyes. Just then, I hear his cannon go off.

I slowly shut his eyes, and don't let him go out of my arms. I'm sobbing into his chest, hugging him as his blood leaks and stains my shirt.

Shortly later, I suddenly feel a stinging of pain in my upper back. I've completely forgotten to look behind me, and I realize that there is now a knife stuck in my back. I scream in pain. It's indescribable, and it runs through my whole body. I look behind me now, and see Cato smirking evilly. I lay down next to Peeta. My vision is fading in and out, and the world becomes blurry. The pain is searing through me, and it hurts so much, that I can't even scream.

"Now the star crossed lovers of District 12 can die together as well," Cato says, with a certain satisfaction in his voice.

My hand struggles to grab Peeta's, as I leave the world. The pain suddenly stops, and I know, I have died.