So, this is my second fan fiction, and I've read the Hunger Games and was instantly addicted, to give you a hint of what my stories about, my favourite characters Gale. I'm British, so if you want a little English love read and see how our minds aren't so different from anyone else's. And, please if you're American, do not read this in what you think is an English Accent, because we sound nothing like you think we do! Enjoy! PS I love THG more than anything in the world right now, sad, I know…

Sitting in the sitting room my world bustled around me, I still felt lost without Prim. Haymitch had finally ditched the drink in an effort to support me and was constantly flitting between mine, his and Peeta's house. My mother had not given up on the world yet and had opened her own medical practice, free of charge, which was situated in the far end of the house, patients didn't pass through the main house but mum was always running in and out for materials or liquids. Peeta stayed in his house mostly, we still hadn't gotten over the bump in his mind, and I've decided to leave him to it. I can't deal with losing another person from my life so soon. Gale…I've lost my sister and my best friend. He's in some other district now, working with someone else, hunting on his own, sleeping in someone else's bed. It's been four days since I found out about Gales involvement in the bomb which killed Prim, but I cannot believe that Gale knew that the bomb would be dropped on those children and on Prim, he would have warned me when I was running for Prim. Gale may be angry, but he isn't cruel. He wouldn't kill all those innocent children, even if they were that of the Capitols.

I don't need to worry about that anymore anyway, the Capitol is dead, and so are the Hunger Games.

"Katniss, honey, you've been sat in that armchair since I came downstairs this morning" my mum said with concern deep in her eyes "I know things are difficult, but you'd feel better if you moved around, you know, distracted yourself…"

I mentally sighed, and pulled myself up from the armchair, doing nothing to ignore the hollow feeling deep in my chest. I didn't need Peeta, I needed Prim or Gale. I need the people who have been in my lives completely. Don't get me wrong, I need Peeta, I couldn't leave him behind if I went anywhere, but we're safe now, and he can be safe without us pretending to be in love. We can face reality, and the reality is that I love Gale, and I miss him more than anything in the world.

"I'm sorry mum, have we got meat for tonight?" she shook her head silently "I'll go hunting then, take my mind off things."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" I could see her remembering the last time I tried to go hunting two days ago, I didn't come home. Haymitch and Peeta had to come looking for me, finding me sat on the rock where Gale first kissed me. I was just sat there, a vacant look in my eyes, didn't even flinch when I heard them approaching, just continued to stare out onto the horizon. But when they'd tried to move me that was a different case, I had kicked and screamed and yelled and fought my way out of their arms, only to take off up the nearest tree leaving them useless.

"Yes I'm sure, I have to face the fact they're gone some time don't i."

She nodded her head wearily, not sure whether I was about to break.

I strode over to the cupboard and pulled out my father's hunting jacket, wrapping it around myself, holding me together with its binding.

The wind was blowing hard and cold when I stepped outside and I flinched at the intensity of the icy snow hitting my face. It is winter and District 12 has been hit harder than any other district, I've heard. I crunched along through the Victor's Village in my black snow boots and on towards the Seam. The sight of the forest made me pick up my walk into a light jog, my bow secured tightly over my body. As I entered the forest the wind swirled the snow around me, I pulled by coat up around my face shielding myself from the wind. I was crazy, there was no way I'd find anything in this weather. I was well into the forest at the point where I decided it was useless trying, I wheeled around to go back when I heard it.

"Catnip…"

It was just a whisper; the wind had carried it to my ears. No, the wind had made the noise, my imagination that's all.

"Katniss..." there it was again, I felt my heart start to beat faster, if the wind would only be quieter then I would be able to hear where it came from. "Katniss, help me."

That's when I turned to see a dark figure towering over me. A gloved hand covered my mouth as I attempted a scream, and a needle slid into my arm.

Then the world went black.