Without You Here

Hey hey. I'm gonna do a depressing story. Peeta was killed at the Capitol, instead of hijacked. I know, totally depressing. Warning- May be extremely depressing.

Disclaimer- I do not own Hunger Games.

The TV flashed on, expecting it to be another interview with the disrupted Peeta. Instead, my eyes lay among a very depressed, Caesar Flickerman. He was dressed in all black; even his hair.

"I am very sad to say, that the previous victor of the 74th Hunger Games-" My eyes widened with the start, knowing what's coming next.

"-has passed. Peeta Mellark is no longer with us." Gasps went through the whole room, taking in the news.

"Now now, people. The Capitol could be telling us this just to get our goat." Haymitch said.

But no. That has not happened. Because when we turn our attention back to the screen, we see Peeta. Yet not normal Peeta. A Peeta that has all of his color flushed away. A Peeta that's inside an open coffin. It's official. Peeta Mellark is dead.

Just as when the news came thru for the Quarter Quell, my body reacts before my mind can. I find myself running out the door and towards the hospital, looking for only one person's comfort.

By the time I'm there, I finally realize what happened. And it knocks me in the gut. I see my mother and she sees me. But just as she greets me, I collapse on the floor in front of her. Sobbing and sobbing. She yells in shock and orders a local nurse to get a room for me. I still can't believe. Peeta is gone. I'll never be able to see his smile. Hear his laugh. See his eyes that melt away every trouble in the world. And I'll never be able to feel his strong arms around me. I'll never hear that same steady heartbeat.

My mother crouches on the floor where I am and she pulls me into her lap.

"Katniss! What happened!" She shrieks.

"P-Peeta. He, he, he-" But I can't do it. I just let out these terrible sounds, that makes me sound like a dying animal.

"Baby, what? What about Peeta." She eases.

"HE'S DEAD!" I finally scream out.

I look up to her face, and shock is spread out across it.

"What? Katniss, are you sure?"

"Yes!" I screech out.

"Oh Katniss. I am so sorry." Although I want it to comfort me, the words have no effect. I just there and sob in my mother's lap. She tells me I need to get up and into a room, but I can't bare to move. Eventually I feel light headed. And everything goes black.

I wake up to see myself lying in a hospital bed. There are a few nurses shuffling around, and my mother is there too. And I suddenly become curious why I am here.

"Mom?" I ask. My voice is all scratchy.

"Oh, you're awake!" Her eyes are puffy.

"Honey, do you remember what happened?" She asks in such a voice that is so gentle, I've never heard it before.

Then it hits me. Peeta is dead. My eyes widen and I swallow big.

My mother must have noticed because she's immediately at my side.

"Did it happen? If my memory serves me right, didn't my worst nightmare happen?" I whisper, staring at the wall in front of me.

"Sweetie, I'm so sorry. I know how much he meant to you." I nod my head and for the first time, I accept my mother's comfort. She hugs me close.

"I never got to tell him how I feel. I told him it was all for the games. But it wasn't." I cry. She shushed me and hugged me tighter.

"He must have hated me." This is when she pulls away.

"Katniss Everdeen. Peeta never hated you. He loved you with all him heart." She means for it to make me feel better, but suddenly I feel even crappy. I turn my body and burry myself into my pillow. My mother is stroking my arm, hushing me.

"How do you do it?" I turn to face her.

"Do what, sweetie?"

"How do you go every day, knowing that when you turn around, he's not gonna be there?" Tears start to form in her eyes.

"I just- It's hard. But honey, it gets easier. You'll eventually move on, and learn to love again." I try to take in her words, but I know I'll never move on. Peeta was the only one I wanted.

I nod my head and close my eyes, trying to fend off a complete breakdown.

"Why don't you try to get some rest? When you need me, I'll be here." She said, walking out.

I try to sleep, I really do. But without he's strong arms around me, it feels impossible.

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. I am in love with Peeta Mellark. The Capitol has killed Peeta Mellark. Now, I must take them down.

I repeat in my head. We must conjure up a mission. Even though I am 'mentally disoriented', or so it says on my hospital bracelet, I will take down the Capitol.

I don't know how I'll be able to live anymore. So far, I only have one purpose in life. And that's to make President Snow pay. But after that, what does my future hold? After the mission, I may just kill myself. It would be too painful to live without Peeta.

A/N- DON'T KILL ME! I know I killed Peeta, which is totally sad. Please review, but don't be mean! I love Peeta more than anything; I just had the urge to write it. I almost cried while writing this. If you think Katniss should have been sadder, I tried. I haven't ever gone thru utter pain, so I just tried my best. I think I'm gonna add another chapter, with Gale in it. It may be hard for me, because I utterly had Gale. Okay well, sorry if I just made your day sad. I warned you!