PEETA'S POV
I woke up to hear screaming coming from the bathroom. I got out of bed as fast as I could worried about what might be going on. As soon as I reached my arm out to open the door that was already halfway opened, it was shut in my face. All I could hear on the other side of the thick wood door was Katniss yelling in anger, and I even heard her throw a few bottles of soap and her hairbrush. All I could think of was how much damage the capitol and the games have done to us, not only physically but emotionally. Ever since we got back, nothing was the same.
I quickly snapped out of the thought and remembered what was going on, Katniss had locked herself in the bathroom and could possibly hurt herself. Realizing that I had to get in there, I started pounding on the door, hoping she would just open it.
After a good five minutes of just standing there and knocking on the door, I felt the knob turn. The door slowly cracked open little by little, revealing an antagonized and stressed looking Katniss, sitting on the floor leaning against the wall by the door. Her face was red and had tear stains all over it. Her arms were wrapped around her legs, and her hands were in tight fists. All I wanted to do in that moment was crouch down next to her, hold her, and tell her everything was going to be okay. But I couldn't.
She had been suffering from anger management issues ever since the games had ended, and every once in a while she would go into this crazy state were she would be furious for no reason. She would throw things and swear at anyone near her. It killed me to see her this way, but whenever I tried to comfort her, she would become more even more outraged. I also couldn't tell her everything would be okay because it wasn't. Nothing would ever be okay again.
I looked down into her eyes, still standing a small distance away, and said "I love you so much". And slowly started to walk away, when I heard a voice so soft, that I wasn't sure it was real say "Peeta, wait".