Chapter 1

Gales POV

I enter the woods for the first time in a whole year. I came to District Twelve to visit my family who decided to move back to twelve after a month in District Two where I got a job to create weapons for future use and I hate it. I have already killed so many people and know I am creating more weapons to kill more people in the future. I desperately want to come back to District Twelve but I know I can't. I know what I did to Prim and I know I would make mine and Katniss, the only girl I truly love, life worse. It has been a year and I still haven't tried to find a new women. I think of Katniss everyday. I think of the times we went hunting. When she twisted her ankle and I carried her home. I wish everything was like the time when Katniss didn't go to the arena where she fell for the bread boy Peeta. I think they are a couple know and married but I didn't visit her or even see her on my visit because I was avoiding the Victor's Village because that's where she a Peeta lives.

The woods are the same as the last time I was hear. I was tempted to look in the log where Katniss keeps here bows and start hunting but I have got enough food and I am not here to hunt. I walk toward the lake where I first told Katniss I loved her. I wanted to visit that place for the last time and I was hoping Katniss is not there. She isn't but there is someone there. It's Peeta! Why would Peeta come here? Did Katniss teach him to hunt? No he is just sitting there and staring into the distance.

"Long times no see, Peeta," I say. He turned around to see who it was and when he saw me his expression turned from shocked into anger.

"Why are you here?" He says and I know he doesn't want me around.

"I came to visit my family," I tell him.

"No your not! I know you're to try and take Katniss from me," he screams at me. I was shocked. He knows that Katniss would never forgive me or ever be happy with me so why is he saying this.

"You know I'm not Peeta. You know that Katniss would never be happy with me and the she is happy with you and if she's happy I'm happy,"

"Lies! Your here to take her to two so she can be with you! I was going to propose to her today and you're here to ruin my happy day!" He yells. He is going to propose to Katniss. They are going to get married for real this time. That could have been me. I think but quickly dismiss the idea even though it is true. If I didn't design that stupid bomb Prim would be alive and Katniss would not hate me and we might have been more than just friends.

"I'm happy for you and trust me I'm not going to ruin everything. I have been her for a whole week. If I wanted to take Katniss I would have done something than try to avoid her everyday. I'm going back to District Two tomorrow and Katniss wouldn't even know that I have been here at all," I try to tell him.

"You still love her don't you?"

"Yes but I want her to be happy and she won't ever be happy with me."

"Even if you are not here to take her away, better be safe than sorry," he says and takes out a sharp knife. I body reacted before my brain and I pushed Peeta away from me and start running. I don't know where I am running but I know it is way from that monster. I'm unarmed and he has a knife that can kill me with one swing. How can Katniss love him? He is a maniac. I look behind me and I see that he is chasing me. He sees that I turned around for less than a second but that was enough. He threw that knife and it landed straight into my neck.

I fall down with into a puddle of blood which is mine and I know that I'm going to die right here right now. Katniss I try to scream hoping she is somewhere in the woods but then I remember that she hates me and would want to see the man who killed his sister die but I still try to call hoping I can see her face for the last time.

"I hope the animals come and eat you before you die of blood lose," says Peeta and walks back to the fence. I lay there screaming Katniss' name hoping that she will come so I can see her for the last time but I know it is useless but I still carry on screaming her name because that is the last words I want to say before I die. I lay there screaming her name.