Auther note: This is my first story and my grammor and spelling could use some work. So if you find anything wrong please let me know. Okay so here is the first chapter and I hope you like it because I did write this while I was at school. Alrght here you go.

Chapter 1: Depression

Katniss POV

I feel so alone there is no one left that loves me or even cares about what will happen to me. My mother has left me, my sister is dead, my best friend/hunting partner I no longer have any connections with, my mentor is a drunk, and my boy with the bread probably wants nothing to do with me anymore let alone love me anymore.

It hurts too much to live anymore even with all the good changes going on in District 12. For example the new hospital that is full of doctors and was finished being built last month. There is no one to notice or care if I'm gone.

I walk down the stairs and to the kitchen. I walk up to one of the cabinets and open it up to find the sleeping pills. I take them out of the cabinet and walk back up the stairs to my bed room.

I sit on my bed and think about how Peeta will be back in District 12 in an hour as I open the bottle of sleeping pills. I empty out the full bottle of pill into my hand. I fiddle around with the pills in my hand debating on whether or not I should take them all just to leave this world and after about 45 minutes of debating this I take all the pills then I grab the glass of water I had sitting on my bed side table. I lie down on my bed - with the pill bottle still in hand after putting the glass back on the table – and slowly close my eyes.

The last few things I hear before my hearing goes is someone coming in my front door and then the pill bottle hitting the floor.

I know my breathing has slowed along with my heartbeat and there is no going back now. Even if I wanted to I can't take back what I just did.

The last few things I think are: Who walked into my house? and Where is this warmth coming from?

The warmth that wasn't there before but I had felt it so many times before. It took a little bit for me to remember that this warmth belonged to a person and not just any person.

This warmth could belong to the boy I love and his train hasn't even arrived yet. This warmth belongs to ….. Was all I managed to think before it was nothing but a numb feeling and then nothingness took over my mind and body.

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