Hey Everybody! I have decided to start a new fanfiction idea! I feel like me, and all my readers hearts' weren't really into the last story I started. I think that there is more I can do with this story! If you guys like this one let me know! Thank you so much for reading this fanfiction!

I remind myself that my first day back in twelve will be the hardest. As soon as I lay eyes on what remains of victor's village and take a deep breath in and walk along the pathway. My ankles feel like twigs as if they will collapse under me at any moment. I carry with me a small bag. It has Peeta's pearl and the picture frame of my mother and father on their wedding day. I wear the locket that Peeta gave me. I haven't spoken to Peeta in such a long time it pains me to think about him. My feet clack along the pathway and I keep my eyes focused on each step I take. I twist the gold doorknob and turn it slowly, I knew some people from thirteen had come to clean and "Katniss-proof" the house. While I'm allowed to live by myself in the house, I still am always under the "watchful" eye of Haymitch. If you would even call it that, he's drunk half the time, once he heard word of Effie's death in the rebellion he chooses to block out almost everything. The other half of the time he constantly brings up Peeta. I know that I'm broken and bitter and I have come to accept that, and I'm working on accepting the fact I have lost everybody in my life, except the drunk, and a confused Peeta.

I step inside of what is to be called my house. Even though I feel out of place in it; especially without my little sister, Prim, running around it's emptier than ever. I think back to the poverty of twelve and how I envied Haymitch for living in these houses for years, while I hunted with Gale to barely get by. Gale. That's one thing I haven't even bothered thinking about until I was back in twelve. Once I realized it was his bomb that killed Prim, I knew I could never forgive him. That was for sure. But is there a part of me that wants that friendship back? I drop my bag of items and fall to my knees, I clasp the sides of my head and push. I can't even have the thought of Gale in my head without terrible flashbacks of Prim's death. My hair is coming out of its braid and that's when I entertain the thought that maybe I am completely mentally insane.

"Let's get you off the floor sweetheart." Haymitch pulls me back to my feet and wraps his arms around my shoulders. I don't say a single word to him; instead I rest my head on his shoulder and cry silently. Haymitch has been through all the terrible things in my life beside of me, so he knows that by me not fighting back speaks more than the few words I ever chose to murmur since they told me I would be coming back to twelve. Haymitch manages to pull me back to the bedroom, which I assume is to be called mine. He sets me on top and strokes my hand. What the heck is this? Who is this man? This is certainly not the Haymitch I know.

"How are you feeling sweetheart?"

"Fine."

Haymitch's age shows for a moment and he quickly removes the creases from his forehead.

"Stay like that. In a few days, our new neighbor will be joining us?"

I look at him with a confused expression and he nods.

"Peeta will be coming back to twelve in three days."

"No!" I sit up quickly and it makes my head spin a little.

"He has to heal sometime. And for that to happen he needs to be back in twelve. He needs to be with you."

"You better shut up right now you old bag!"

He just shakes his head in disappointment, and walks towards the doorway.

"Three days sweetheart. Ready or not here he comes."

He half laughs and I hear the front door click shut. I scan the room and analyze Haymitch's words a little more carefully. Peeta will be coming home to twelve…in three days. He must want to see me or else he wouldn't bother coming back? Right? We're both damaged beyond repair I know. But is it completely ridiculous to hope that maybe…just maybe, our broken hearts can heal together? No they can't.

Seeing the boy from district two, Cato, being ripped apart by the mutts that haunt my dreams every night can eventually be healed. Watching the old woman from district four, Mags, in the quarter quell can be healed with my consoling, and time. Watching my best friend, The Great Finnick Odair, being torn apart by some sort of lizard mutts during the war…will take my entire life to heal, but eventually can be mended. Running towards my little sister, Prim, and watching her explode before my eyes, and having Peeta, the one I thought I loved, strangle me and yell vile things at me. Unrepairable.

I swing my feet off the bed and off to the side and walk to the front door. I pull on the latch and begin to realize the real reason several people, including Beetee, were really doing in my house. The door is locked and is not budging. I rest my foot against the door and try pulling, it still won't move. I walk to the huge window ceil in what must be the living room and sit down. The sun is setting and it scares me how much the presence of Peeta surrounds me at this moment. I keep the pearl in my hand and rub it. It's still smooth and helps to relieve some of the tense muscles in my back. I breathe out a sigh of relief for the first time since…I don't even remember. I rest my head on the window and feel myself drifting off to sleep. I hold my knees close to my chest. Is it possible you'll be ready for your reunion with Peeta in three short days? "You're crazy Katniss. Absolutely crazy…" I fall asleep quickly, and sleep soundly for about an hour or so.

"Peeta! Please stop running!" For somebody with only one leg he sure can run quickly, and I've always been the nimble one. What happened? I feel short of breath quickly and hunch over. I am back in my woods, the familiar sights and smells ensure me that everything will be okay, if I can just get Peeta to come back to me."Please don't leave me. You can't do this to me. You can't just leave me, Please Peeta." I fall onto my knees and that's when I see Peeta barreling back towards me, he seems much larger than I remember. He falls on top of me and kisses me all over my face. And I feel a smile tugging at my lips. For the first time I feel…happy? As fast as the happiness came, is just as suddenly it vanished.

Peeta's large hands are wrapped around my neck and I can't breathe. I hold onto his shoulders and try to bring him back to me. I shake my head vigorously and hope he'll release me so I can get away. Just as my world begins fading out I am released. Peeta walks a couple paces away from me and bends over and yells out loudly as if he's in pain. Despite how scared I am of him in this moment I can't help but crawl towards him. I rest my hand on his shoulder and when his head snaps around, it's no longer Peeta's face. But Snow's…but in the form of a mutt from the first games. The leaves crinkle under him as he rises up to his massive size. I try screaming but nothing comes out. I try running away but when I see the object inside of his mouth I know I won't be going anywhere.

"Prim!"

"Katniss! Katniss! I'm scared. Please don't let him hurt me. Help!"

The tears fall out of Prim's sweet face at an alarming rate. Her perfect porcelain skin has turned bright red from her constant kicking and screaming.

"Prim! I'm coming!"

I try to raise to my feet and grab the bow that lays a few feet in front of me…it's just sitting there mocking me. But it's as if my knees are nailed to the ground.

"Katniss!"

"I'm trying! I swear I'm trying!"

I begin crying and desperately reaching for the bow. I lay my hand on it and pull it into my hands, I aim it at the Snow mutt's eye and that's when the mutt bites down on my sister's abdomen. She is still and unmoving; the amount of blood ensures that the single blow has killed her.

I wake up soaked in my own sweat. I am shaking and can barely move my feet to stand up. As soon as I make it to my feet I collapse and have to pull myself to the bathroom. I rip off my clothes and click the basic shower button and thankfully the shower does the cleaning for me. Before I can bother to reflect on the horrifying nightmare, the water has turned off and I have regained some strength into my legs. I walk into my room and pull on the first thing I see in my drawers and crawl into bed half dressed. My hair is soaking the entire mattress, and it only adds to my chills. I pull the blanket over my face while I try to block out the images of Prim that won't stop replaying through my head. The final moments before I either pass out or fall asleep is when I bother to think about Peeta.

He is not to be trusted. And I most defiantly know that, the part of my heart he used to claim as his own is gone. I can never heal from the images of him almost killing me, and knowing that his attacks will never go away completely, ensures that we are both too broken for love…or even friendship.

"Wake up kid!" I crack my eyes open slowly and when I see Haymitch's sober face I want to do nothing but shoot him through the eye. I groan and turn my back to him. "You need to get up. I was told to do some kind of test on you." I pull the sheets over my head to block out all the sunlight Haymitch has let into my cave. He rips the sheets back and lifts me into his arms. "Forgot the pants? Did we now?"

Haymitch is the person I care least in the world about seeing me in my underwear in a t-shirt. After all he had to be in the room for all my physicals, despite how uncomfortable it makes him he has become immune to it in the last week with me in thirteen. He tosses me some yoga pants and a clean blue shirt. "Get dressed." I do as I'm told reluctantly, I braid my hair back and Haymitch puts on some socks and shoes on my feet. He grabs me by the wrist and pulls me to my feet. "Well don't you look pretty today?" I turn to the mirror and see the black bags under my eyes and red splotchy face. I death glare Haymitch and follow him into a spare room with a table and two chairs.

"Sit." I roll my eyes and fall into one of the seats.

"How are you feeling?"

"Does my face not explain enough?"

Haymitch moans out in frustration,

"Really? You can cut the bull. Just because something's not right in that thick mockingjay head of yours doesn't mean you can take what I'm doing for you for granted."

"I'm fine." Because I'm gonna tell you what I'm feeling. While Haymitch may be the only one that can pull a single word out of me, doesn't mean I confide in him by any means.

"You're fine?"

"Yeah."

"Are you sure…because you sure as Panem don't look it."

"Who are you to judge what I'm feeling!"

"Fine! You say that you're okay, I'm to believe you correct?"

"Exactly. Now get out!"

He shakes his head in disapproval and slams the front door. I run after him and pull at the front door and it's again locked. I yell out and fall onto the couch and cram some food into my mouth. It's more of a mashed up vegetable but it's still filling. I close my eyes and try to block out the world, this last for what I guess to be about two hours. I look out my favorite window ceil and let my eyes wander at the outdoors, the want I had to explore them years ago, has vanished since the end of the war, the want for the outdoors and woods no longer remains in my body. I see the usual meadow and woods. But something moving off to my left catches my eye.

It's tall, broad…his blonde hair is shining in the sun, his gentle features only scare me. It can't be. When he turns around the day I had been dreading has come two days early. The bright, beautiful, blue eyes of Peeta are starring right back at me. His large hand slightly rises and waves at me. I fall off the window ceil in horror, and I only catch a glimpse of his figure approaching…

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