Finnick shakes me awake. "KATNISS WAKE UP!"

I bolt in an upright position. What's going on? Then I feel stinging on my feet. I look down. It is still dark out, but I can make out the little figures scratching at my feet. It could only be one thing. Bugs. But these were not just bugs, they were a dangerous kind of bug. Much like tracker jackers, only they did not fly.

"PEETA! PEETA!" Me and Finnick try and shake him awake. He won't wake up.

Finnick turns around. "Come on, Katniss. There's no time! Just leave him!"

"No, Finnick!" I screech with tears rolling down my cheek (partly because of the pain and tickles across my ankles and feet, but partly because I can't believe what Finnick is saying to me). "I'm not leaving him!" I plop down not really caring what touches me now.

"Ugh, FINE!" He picks Peeta up and carries him.

I give a little smile.

We run for what seems like ages, but we can't stop no matter what.

"Me weed go red to wabba!" Finnick's voice is distant.

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

"WE NEED TO GET TO WATER!" I hear him this time, much clearer.

I hear a bang and a scream. What happened? Was that Finnick? Was it Peeta? I shiver at the thought. I run forward to hear a splash. This time it was the sound of my own splash.

I hit the bottom of the ocean and choke. I can't breathe! I swim up but it feels like it took me an hour to get back up to the surface.

I finally get to the top. When my face is out of the water, I feel a chill run down my spine and a cold wind stings my cheeks.

I look around for Finnick or Peeta or any faces. Nothing. Silence. Whistling of the wind.

Finnick comes up and starts to cough out blood.

"You okay?!" I swim up to him as fast as I can, ignoring the pain in my ankles and my feet.

"I couln't...do...it...Kat...niss! He is gone!" He staggered.

"Who is gone!" I start to worry.

I feel like something is missing somethi...Peeta!

"FINNICK WHERE THE HECK IS PEETA!" I scream.

He takes a minute because he is still recovering from coughing up blood. "Katniss...I am so sorry. He's gone."

"Gone? HOW COULD HE BE GONE!?" I screamed. I felt my heart pumping.

"He slipped out of my arms when I fell in the water."

I swim to shore noticing the bugs are gone. Fresh, salty tears stride down my face like a river flowing. How could I have let him die? I should have stayed there until he was awake. I never should have trusted Finnick. The name slits my throat. I feel anger and rage inside. How could he do this? He probably wanted Peeta to die so he could have me all to himself. He probably dropped Peeta and left him on purpose so he could die.

"Katniss, I didn't do it on purpose!" It was like he was reading my mind. But I don't answer back. I don't even look at him.

Finnick wipes away my tears and I slap his hand away.

"Please forgive me?" I feel my heart sink with a tinge of guiltiness.

"I guess so." I look up at him. His eyes were puffy so I'm guessing he'd been crying too. But when I look up at him, I don't see the same Finnick I did when he saved Peeta. I don't think I will ever see him the same way again.