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The morning light flows through the window. That isn't what wakes me though. It's the sound of whistling. "Greasy Sae," I think immediately. Then I hear it. The steps of a hippo. I roll my eyes and mutter, "Oh, Peeta. You'll never be quiet."

Slowly, I climb out of bed and throw on the same clothes from yesterday, a pair of black cargos and a forest green tank-top. There's no point of looking decent if there is no one to impress.

"But there is," The rebellious part of my mind thinks. I scold myself. Peeta? I'd have better chances with Haymitch. He could never have feelings for me after everything I've done and failed to do. I'm the reason he is like this. I'm why he's broken.

I trudge down the creaky staircase and look into the kitchen. On the table was a tray of puffy, hot cheese buns. I search for the creator of these master pieces. He is nowhere to be found.

I jog to the table and take a seat. I plop some bland oatmeal-from Greasy Sae-into my bowl and chow down. I take a couple cheese buns and carefully set them on my plate. Once again, I look for Peeta. He is still missing. "Good. Now he won't see me stuff myself." At that thought I dig in. The china plate only has three more of the cheesy bread.

The oatmeal bowl, my plate, and the china plate get put into the sink. I wrap up the cheese buns and put them into the cupboard.

"Well, someone was hungry," someone laughs from behind me. I jump and grab the nearest knife. The dish I was cleaning drops to the floor, shattering on impact. I am preparing to throw the knife when I get a glimpse of my pursuer. Blond hair, blue eyes...Peeta. He jumps back, with his hands up.

"Hey, no need to slice my stomach open!"

"Next time, tell me you're there!"

"Sorry," He mutters and reaches to rub the back of his neck. Then I see it. Crimson liquid running down his wrists from his hands. I grab his wrists, pulling his hands down so I can see them. They had about five, small, deep cuts.

"What did you do?" I shriek.

"I, uh, kinda broke the window."

"Why on earth would you do that?"

"Nightmare," Is all he replies with. I immediately stop. I nod and run to grab the bandages from the supply closet. Reaching down to wrap his hands a truck of grief hits me. Prim.

My breathing picks up and my body goes rigid. My hands freeze. I look up to say something to Peeta, but all I see is Prim. Blond hair, blue eyes. Prim, Prim, Prim, Prim.

"N-no," I shake my head. By now the blood from his hands has dripped onto the floor. My feet slip on the slick, crimson blood as I stumble out of the room and the house. I bolt into the Seam, looking for my house, or what's left of it. I run to the spot it was and see wooden boards and cement blocks.

Soon, those planks of wood are being broken and the cement is being thrown as far as possible. All of this is done with me sobbing and screaming. Randomly, I take handfuls of the ashes and fling them into the air.

The gleaming catches my eye when I had thrown my tenth handful of ashes. I make my way towards it and grab it. What I see totally unhinges me. Without another thought I sprint into the woods, my sister's locket in my blackened hand.

When I stop to finally take a breath, I realize where I am. The lake. The first thing happened id the locket goes soaring into the air, landing in the glittering water with a satisfying "Plop!"

I run into the hut and throw out my bow and the fishing poles. After everything is destroyed, I curl up and sob into my knees. My energy gone, I do something I never thought I would do again. I sing. I sing her favorite song.

Way up high

With those birdies in the sky

I float of clouds of wishes

Never have I been so free

Here with just you and me

Our dreams on china dishes

Sitting in these clouds

I have not doubts

That you and me were meant to be

Hoping this never ends

Being here with all my friends

This is love, everyone can see

That song is repeated back to me by the fluttering mockingjays. That's all I hear before I gather the strength to go back to the boy with the bread. Back to the world.

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