Disclaimer/Warnings: Rated T for a suicide attempt which might be triggering. Also, I don't own anything related to HG.

Peeta's POV

I bolt awake to the sound of screaming. As my groggy mind tries to piece together exactly what is happening, I hear it again.

It's coming from Katniss's house.

I quickly get out of bed, race downstairs, put on my jacket and boots and run outside into the cold January night. Jesus Christ, It's -15 degrees. Winters in 12 can be quite brutal, but It's actually been pretty mild before now. I shiver as I hurry over to Katniss's door.

Just as I put my hand on the doorknob-we never lock our doors as almost every night one of us eventually comes over to the other's house after a nightmare-I hear more screaming, the sound of sobbing and a sentence that makes me feel like my blood has stopped flowing.

"I can't take it anymore! I just can't!"

"KATNISS!" I yell, bursting through the door, looking around for her. I hear a noise upstairs and realize she's up there. I bolt up the staircase, not bothering to take my boots and coat off, and notice a light on in the bathroom. I open the door and a sight greets me that will haunt me until my dying day.

The girl I've been in love with practically my whole life Is sitting on the floor propped up against the bathtub, holding a razor blade above her wrist while tears pour down her face.

"NO!" I scream, half jumping, half-falling down next to her and swatting the razor away. It lands in the tub and Katniss growls at me.

"Peeta! What the hell are you doing?!"

"WHAT AM I DOING?!" I scream. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"I'm trying to kill myself!" She yells, fresh tears falling. "I can't take the nightmares anymore. I can't take the pain. Everyone that's ever meant something to me is dead and It's MY fault!"

Now I feel like I'M going to cry. I now that depression has been brutal on Katniss-believe me, I know the feeling-but I didn't know it was this bad.

She gets up and tries to reach for the razor but I grab her by the abdomen from behind and pull her close to me.

"LET ME GO!" She yells, beating my chest. "LET ME DO IT! GOD DAMN IT PEETA, LET ME DO IT!"

"No." I say, starting to cry.

She stops hitting me and breaks down bawling her eyes out, burying her face in my chest. I hold her close.

"Why, Peeta?" She asks through sobs. "Why does life have to be so unfair?"

"I don't know, Katniss." I say. "But someone once told me that life throws hardship your way to see how you persevere. To make you a stronger person. And that every prison has an open door."

The sobbing has died down by now, reduced to just sniffles. "That makes sense." She says, looking up at me.

"I know that's going to be hard to forget. Actually, we'll never forget the ones we loved that died. We'll just have to learn to live without them." I say.

"But...but that sounds...impossible."

"I know, but it has to happen." I say. "Just remember that we'll always have each other."

Our eyes meet. Her eyes are grey but they're still the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.

"I guess not everyone I care about has died." She says. We embrace, our tears long gone, replaced only by happiness.

"Peeta...will you stay with me?"

"Always."

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