Katniss lay in bed next to Peeta. It was about a month ago; they took over the capital and moved into the houses. Katniss laid awake, staring at the ceiling, thinking about her time in the Hunger Games. After they took over the capital, Gale was shot from one of the army from the capital. The image of her best friend and her lover running through her head. A tear dripped down one of her cheeks. All night she lay there, thinking about District 13, District 12, her lost home, Gale, Peeta, Her mom, her deicide sister, Prim. When the image of her innocent, defenceless sister flashed through her brain, she couldn't do anything but cry. The tears flew openly down her face. She lifted the blanket from her warm body and walked over to the door of the bathroom. "They killed her," She muttered, sniffing and sobbing. "Why?" she asked. They were the same questions she asked herself over and over, night after night, week after week.

In the morning, Peeta woke up to the sound of screaming. He ran into the bathroom to find Katniss laying in the bath sweating. He knelt down. "Katniss! It's okay, it's okay," He said, smoothing her hair back.

"It's not. They killed Prim and Gale, and my mother is off in the war helping the hurt. How is that fine?" She said through her sobbing. Peeta sat next to her with his arm around her neck with an apologetic look on his face. "I know things can be better but we need to make light of what we've got," he said, trying to comfort her.

"How?" she sobbed. He body was shaking uncontrollably.

"Well, you mom will be back in two weeks, and your sister is away from this awful place. So isn't suffering any more. That's what counts. And it's the memories you need to hang on to," Peeta whispered.

"She's not suffering, but I am. And I don't want the memories: the ones of watching her being killed. Nor the one of gale being killed, and for Rue, I can't even think about her without my chest tightening!" she moaned.