Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games. I think I speak for everybody when I say I wish I did.

I am SO sorry I haven't written anything in so long. I feel horribly depressed that I stopped.

If anybody finds mistakes or wrong word choices in my story im I sorry but I am only 13 years old and things like that get by me. Im trying my best.

Did anybody see the HG movie? I saw it three times in 3 days! It was so good! I think the actors did a great job portraying the characters.

Anyway, let's get on with the story.

When I wake up, I feel numb. I have never liked feeling numb. It makes me feel less human and more robot. I look around this horribly white room and stare at the wall. This is what I plan to do for the day.

I have been staring at the wall for a few hours when the door opens and Haymitch walks in. "Come on, were leaving now" he says. I look at him. His words slowly make their way into my brain. I give Haymitch a confused glance. He sighs and continues "We are going home. You know, back to district 12."

That scares me. I don't want to go back to District 12. People will hate me. It is my fault their very own girl on fire is dead. Prim will hate me. Gale will murder me for killing Katniss. I would rather stay in this white room until I die.

Haymitch senses that I am in a mode of panic, so he comes over to me and says in the best voice of comfort he can manage, "Its okay, its fine. Im sure you want to get back to your family right?" then knowing I won't answer, he takes my arm and leads me out of the room.

We don't stop. We just walk until we get to a car which will lead us to a train station. When we get into the car, I stare blankly ahead of me. I seem to have this comforting feeling when I do this.

The car stops at the train station and we get mobbed by cameras. I hate this feeling. Before, I always had Katniss to hold my hand while we went through this. Now, she is gone and I feel more alone then ever, despite the fact thousands of people are around me. Tears build up in my eyes, and I know I will only have a few minutes before I break down again. Haymitch must know this too, because he pushes through the crowd and gets us both onto the train. We stand in the opening of the train until Effie comes through the door. This is the first time I have seen her up close since before the quell. She looks at me with sympathy that I have seen on everybody's faces. But every single time I see it, I just get an even worse feeling. People keep giving me sympathy when it id my fault Katniss is dead. I don't deserve it. My breakdown is coming on fast, so I run to my compartment room and slam the door, ignoring Haymitch and Effie's calls for me.

I slide down the door, collapsing on the floor. My body is shaking and before I know it, I am sobbing. Full out sobbing that im sure everybody on this train can hear me.

I lay here, crying and screaming, and I hear a tiny voice in my head whispering "It's your fault she's dead, you're the one to blame" and I don't doubt that voice for a second. I don't know how long I cry for, but soon I am falling into a restless sleep.

I am sitting in a room all green. Slowly, things that remind me of Katniss appear in the room. First, little things only I would know like her favorite cheese buns. Then, things that everybody would know, appears. The mockingjay pin, the arrows, the bow.

The sight is comforting and makes me feel happy.

Suddenly, Katniss appears in the room. She looks me dead in the eye and says "What are you doing? The girl on fire is dead, no longer a flame." All the objects in the room burst into flames leaving her face to light up like it did the day of the opening ceremonies. Katniss looks down at my hand and I follow her gaze. I am holding a knife, identical to the one Enobaria used to kill Katniss. Katniss moves forward, each step getting closer and closer to the knife. She takes my hand, brings it close to her chest, and jams the knife right through her heart. Blood is flying everywhere, but Katniss stays standing. "You did this to me" Her body is transforming into the broken body I held the last day of the quell. "It's your entire fault!" she yells

"Im Sorry!" I scream. Katniss is slowly fading along with the burning items. "Im sorry!" I repeat, "I'm so sorry! Don't leave me! Katniss!" she is almost gone but right before the disappears entirely, she whispers "Your fault"

"Peeta wake up!" I hear in my ear. My eyes fly open to reveal Haymitch standing there, looking concerned. "My god that took forever to wake you up" he says.

I feel gross. My entire body is covered with sweat and tears are leaking out of my eyes. I am lying in the middle of the room. "Hey kid, you should take a shower, we will arrive in an hour. Understand?" he asks. I nod. He leaves the room to give me privacy.

I step into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. I look like hell. I could not care less, and I don't think I have the energy to take a shower. Instead, I strip off all my clothes and sit down and just let the shower pour on me while my head rests against the wall. I sit there for maybe 20 minutes before deciding to get out. I put on fresh clothes and inspect my face. There are heavy bags under my eyes, despite having a lot of sleep. That isn't what concerns me. I have a deep red scratch coming from my ear to the corner of my mouth. It looks like nail marks. I guess I was clawing at my face in the night.

I step out of my compartment, looking around. Haymitch steps out of his room right across from mine. "Oh look, you listened. Great, you can hear. You know since you cant talk I wanted to make sure you could still hear" he says rudely.

I glare at him. That's all I can manage to do, I don't think I can last the entire trip before we make it back to the victor's village. I will try, but I honestly don't know if I will make it that long.

Effie comes out of her room and looks at me. She doesn't have that sympathetic look on her face, but she looks depressed from the event. I can't blame her. She knew Katniss, unlike the other dead tributes. "Well, when we get back, you will meet with your family and go back to the village. There won't be as many cameras, but there will still be some" she says never making eye contact. "Just sit down and wait until the train stops" and she wanders off.

I sit down, and think about how I am going to get through this. My mind slips into this memory where all I can think of is Katniss. Happy memories, sad memories. It is like my life playing again for me. I get lost in the memories.

"Peeta" I can hear from far away, "Peeta, its time to go" I ignore the voice and instead watch more memories. "Peeta!" the voice is eager now, calling me, making sure im okay. But I'm not okay. I will never be okay. They want me to come back into reality. I don't want to.

I don't think I will ever go back into reality.

Okay, so as you can see, Peeta is slowly slipping away from us. AHH! But since Peeta will be away from us for awhile, im making the next chapter from somebody else's POV. Any suggestions on which it should be?

Review and tell me your suggestions. PLEASE! I would like to see your opinion on the story.