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Peeta's eyes glaze over, the wild look taking over his blue eyes. The bag drops from his hands, brown sugar spilling all over the floor. I can see his muscles contracting. His nostrils flare. His fists tighten, his nails digging into his palms.
"Peeta?" I ask cautiously. No answer.
"Peeta?" I ask again. "Peeta, it's me. Katniss. I'm here. It's ok."
He turns in my direction, and walks toward me. I sigh, thinking it's alright. I open my arms, ready to hold him close. But he doesn't collapse in my arms like I thought he would. Instead, I find his hands around my neck. This is all to familiar. But no, Peeta would never hurt me. He makes a noise in the back of his through. A growl. A animal noise. I stiffen. Maple screams, and holds Ember tight to her.
"Daddy! Daddy, NO!" She wails. But to no avail.
His hand comes down from my neck but before I have time to be possibly be relieved he grabs my arm and wrenches it, twists it, into a horribly unnatural position. He is no longer in control. I hear a terrible ripping popping cracking noise. A horrible wave of pain passes through my arm. Then I feel nothing at all. I'm to delirious to know if this is good or bad.
"YOU!" He screams at me. "YOU MUTT, YOU MONSTER, YOU HORRIBLE CREATURE!"
He punches, bites, scratches, yanks, kicks, does almost everything he can to destroy me.
"I WILL KILL YOU! YOU WILL DIE, YOU VILE DEMON!"
The kids back into the wall, eyes wife, to terrified to even scream.
"Mama," Ember whispers desperately. I cannot feel. Cannot see. Almost cannot think.
Peeta's hands twist my limbs, pull my hair, claw my eyes. Then his hands make their way to my neck again. I am teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. His eyes seem to bore into my brain as his fingers slowly tighten.
"Peeta," I have just enough energy to whisper. My eyes pleading. It's barely audible. But he hears it.
That does it. It breaks him out if it. His hands drop, and his eyes widen, the wild look gone completely. I collapse on the floor, black spots threatening to take over my vision. The more I try to blink them away, the more appear. But my body refuses to shut down. I don't black out. I wish I would. This - this is hell.
"Oh my god," Peeta whispers. Then again, louder. "Oh my god!" His face is frozen in horror. "What have I done. What have I done. Oh my god. No. Katniss!" He drops to his knees, unsure if touching me would worsen my condition.
Just then the door bursts open, and Haymitch staggers in, half drunk.
"Whaz going on?" he slurs. Then he sees me. His mouth forms an O. "Wha happened? Wha the hell did you do to her?" Peeta's terrified stare is a good enough answer. "Take her to the hospital. I'll stay here with your kids."
Without further ado Peeta scoops me up and runs out the door with me in his arms. I wonder if this is dying. I don't feel much pain though, so it's not that bad. Luckily the hospital is nearby. My mother works there. He bursts through the door and everyone looks up. One lady shrieks. Someone rushes into the room.
My mother. Her eyes widen, then I see her change. I recognize it as the look she gets when she has a patient that is in terrible shape. Pretty far gone. But... it's also her determined look. The look where she's going to roll up her sleeves and try her hardest. But it's different this time. It's different because I am her daughter.
"Bring her here, Peeta," she says, her lips forming a tight line of determination. It is then that I know I will come out of this. I may not be the same, but my mother is not going to let me die. Not by a long shot. I know my mother. She won't let me down.
Peeta carries me though several rooms. By the time he stops I am barely holding on. I don't feel him gently set me down. This is a strange buzzing sound in my head. The last thing I see is my mother's furrowed brow. Then everything goes black.