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Chapter One: It's finally over… - Katniss P.O.V

All the pain and suffering… it's all over…

I never thought I would live to see the day without the Capitol in Charge, a day when the world and everyone in Panem could have another shot at life, Happiness and overall… freedom.

Emotions swirled within me; I was at a loss of words. I could feel victory, sadness, regret and, overall confusion, what now? Where do I belong now? My life was meant to be simple, to live my life in the calm sector of District 12, with my loving mother and little Prim. Prim. Just her name brings me on the verge of tears.

Why her? Why not me? I volunteered myself for the games, to save Prim in the first place. But, I guess the saying is true, 'where death is written, death shall happen.' But why not mine? I had entered the Games, into the Arena, where the tributes were practically trained killers.

I am a monster, the reason why so many people are dead. I am here, still alive. Yet, my sweet, innocent sister is gone, never coming back, dead.

And what about Gale? The boy who taught me everything I know about my bow and arrow, the reason I now know how to survive, and I shut him out. He said he loved me, and I told him that I didn't feel the same. After all of this, he still helped us in the war and accepted that I didn't love him. I broke his heart, yet he chose to fight for me. I don't deserve his friendship. I hope he finds someone that will heal what I broke, even if I'm forgotten in the process. It's probably for the best...

Not to mention, my dear mother. The woman that my father loved, even though didn't have as big as an impact on my life as I wished she would be...

But I suppose I deserve it. All I've done for her is make her worry and suffer more, almost throwing her further into an oblivious state. First, the love of her life is blown to pieces with nothing left to bury. Her reckless older teenage daughter volunteers for the deaths games, to somehow protect her younger daughter, to keep her alive. Then, making their poor mother cut off the connections of the last strands of her sanity left, thinking that she'd lose the love of her life's daughters, the final connection to a dead man.

It's my passion help the less fortunate and those in need of medicine, re-opening those same scars my father had left on her.

She never deserved it. She deserved to live a life with her daughter's hideous cat, 'Buttercup', and passion, healing the innocent, just like Prim. I'm happy she found a job in another district. She deserves it…

I know why they left; District 12 holds too many memories of them, our families.

And last, but certainly not the least, Peeta Mellark. My Peeta. The boy with the bread. The boy I went to the games with. My last hope in a field surrounded with bleakness. Who knows where I would be without him… who knows.

I remember the first time I met him. When we were younger and so naive to the true horrors of the games. When we simply put them of to things no one would want to be. And to those who were forced; all you could do for them was give their family your sympathy and hope with all your might you are never in their place.

I never thought Peeta and I would get this close. I mean, when I met him, it was pouring rain outside. I remember the feeling of the insatiable hunger. He was baking bread, like his mother had told him to do, and all I could hear was the emptiness of my stomach.

Then, when he finally came out of the bakery, I saw him for the first time. His sandy-blond hair and twinkling blue eyes, burned bread in his hand. I could hear the yells of his mother. While feeding the pigs bread, he chose to give some to me, a girl he didn't know.

Even since then, I knew I could trust him… with my heart.

After everything that has happened, I now know, I need a fresh start.

I want to make a new life for myself, I need to move on. If Gale and Mom can do it, then so can I.

I'm going to leave Panem. There are just too many memories...

I've talked to Peeta about it, he agrees. But, I think he's only coming to be with me.

But I'm grateful for his support, whatever the motive is...

When we talked, we both decided it would be best to go somewhere where the name Panem will never be heard by us ever again.

So, we decided, we're going somewhere where the past can't came back to haunt us, we're going to St. Vladimir's Academy, Montana.

I hope that wasn't too bad:/

See you next time, vamps ;[