So here's the deal... There are 4 of you favoriting my story, And 6 of you who are following it. Plus, over 370 people read this story last month, But I have 3 (that's right, only three) reviews and no PMs. I know that there are only three chapters, but you could still jot something down and send it. Reviews mean the world to me, and as I already mentioned, my birthday is rapidly approaching (august 15-sorry I forgot to add the 1 in my other chapters...I'm not a year older yet) , so this way, if you don't know me, you can celebrate, too. By leaving me a review or a PM if you have an account. Also, I accept anonymous reviews, so if you don't have an account or are too lazy/busy to log onto yours, send me a review. So...I think I've made my point, and I apologize for the rant. Anywho, the one review I have gotten for this chapter made me itching to write more, so I did and rather quickly, if I do say so myself, given my very busy schedule. So as always I'm going to give you my review rule, and then, your chapter awaits. So, Reviews and PMs are always welcome, along with constructive (or not) criticism…Only thing I ask, is please do not swear in any of your messages to me…I have a firm belief against cursing… Which also means for you, that if Peeta or Katniss or someone is upset, and they do curse, I'll literally say: "Katniss cursed at the bedpost as she fell to the ground" New chapter, up next:

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I woke up the next morning after a night of little sleep. After my conversation with Katniss' mother, I laid down for a while and thought out loud.

"My wife is having difficulty seeing her worth and value. Now what do I say to her? Her mom said bring up her attributes and compliment them, and she said to make her feel loved. How do I do that without making her angry and secretive?"

As I pondered these, my wife came downstairs from our room.

"Peeta, I'm not feeling well... In fact, I'm feeling rather awful."

After she said that, I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to approach the delicate topic of her not feeling well. When I didn't respond quickly enough for her liking, she called for me again, this time in a panicked and anxious voice.

"Peeta, honey, where are you? You are down here aren't you? You didn't leave me, did you?"

That was when something clicked for me. Why would she have mentioned my leaving her if she wasn't afraid that it had happened and wanted confirmation that she still was loved. I couldn't bear to let her go on thinking I had left.

"Katniss. Katniss, sweetheart. I'm right here. I would never leave you. I love you too much."

I saw her figure visibly relax, and I motioned for her to come and sit on the couch by me. We sat there for a while, not talking. Not moving too much-except for my rubbing her back and squeezing her tightly to me.

"Katniss," I asked, "When You look at yourself what do you think?"

"Well..." she said, "I think that I'm ugly and uncoordinated , and without talent, and masculine and stupid and useless and, and worthless and a disappointment."

She started to cry. "I am worthless, and I'm not sure what I'm doing with someone as wonderful as you. I don't deserve any of this, not you, the house, my life. I'm not worth enough to deserve it. I want to...I want...to... "

With that, she began to cry even harder, and I couldn't make out what she said to me, and so I asked the question, already regretting what I assumed was going to come out of her mouth, the she wanted to leave me.

"Katniss, what did you say? What do you want?" Although that would've been a hard blow for me, what she actually said shocked me even more.

"No. No. No! I want to be gone. I want to be done. I want...I want to die, Peeta. I don't want to deal with this pain. "

I tried to comfort her, but she wouldn't let up on herself. She kept calling herself worthless, a failure, a disappointment. And then she said she had no reason to live, and that I should leave her now, before it was too late.

"Katniss, you are not a disappointment to anyone, let alone me, or your family. You are worth more than gold to me, and...and I love you so much it was unbearable when I was away from you. I went crazy, Katniss. Literally crazy. Half of that was because I was being poisoned, but as for the rest, it was for grief, and at the time I didn't know why or for what reason I was grieving. It was for you, I know now. I thought that I had lost YOU. You are my world. If you had died or even-"

I paused, not wanting to admit that my beautiful wife was suicidal. "even if you had committed suicide, that would've affected so many others. I would die for you. I almost did. Twice. I would do anything for you, but you not accepting that makes me miserable. I would do anything for you, don't you know that?"

"You're just worrying too much about me, as usual, Peeta. I can figure out my life on my own. Can't you see that?"

"No, Katniss. You can't, and I love you too much to let you try. It breaks my heart to see you like this every day. Please! You're unhealthy, you're sick. You need help and support more than anything else, and I'm will to give it to you."

"Peeta, you don't get it do you? I'm worried, afraid, all the time. That you're going to leave me, that you don't love me, that no one does. I just... can't keep functioning like this."

I took a deep breath before I started on her. "That's your anxiety talking, babe. I love you, always. "

"That's what I thought at first too, since it's made me not want to eat or drink or move or-or live before. But this was different. No one does love me. Not even you, Peeta. I know you try-so hard-to, but I'm more of a mutt than you realize. I killed children, Peeta! Innocent children. I'd be better off dead than with someone who cares. "

"Katniss, are you hearing things?" I had an idea, but I needed her to confirm my suspicions.

"Why do you ask?-What do you mean?" She looked at me curiously, with her grey eyes opened wide.

"The things that you're saying aren't coming from you, are they? They're coming from the voices in your head-right?" I inquired, curious as to how she would respond to my stretch of a guess.

"How did you-I never told-but-but I don't get how-yes" she said shamefully, as she hung her head in defeat. That took me aback, even though I was expecting it. My wife, Katniss, the strong woman I knew, heard voices in her head, was depressed, suicidal, and had self-harming tendencies. It was a lot to take in in 24 hours.

"Katniss, I love you more than the voices in your head. They're talking crap to you, and you need to remember that I love you more than anything in the world, and so does haymitch and your mom, and hazelle, and..."

I kept listing people until her crying got so loud and strong that I couldn't hear myself think. Then suddenly I got a burst of clarity.

"Katniss, you want to get better, right? Of course. You want to be healed. I'm not healed, but I'm able to stand on my feet. I'm able to say that I love you more than anything in the world, and that..."

I hesitated, knowing that this was a tough subject for both of us and that I was about to share my most personal details with her. "I'm able to stand up and say that I'm enough, and not feel the violent urge to cut myself, Katniss. I'm enough for anyone who comes my way, whether it's you, or my family, or your family, or haymitch, or...anyone. I'm enough. And I'm worth something, just like you."

I paused and looked at her face , still slightly shocked from what I had told her. Suddenly I was overtaken by anger at her nonchalant reaction, and I snapped.

"Are you happy now? Now that I've shared my deepest feelings with you? Now that I've let my guard completely down? Now that you know everything?" I stood up to make my point, and as I finished I started crying and sat down across from her.

"I'm not perfect, Katniss. No one is. We've all done things that we regret, and someday in our lives, it will affect us, but you can't get caught up on the stupid things you've done. I've been an idiot, stupid and uncaring. I gave you no love or support when they were injecting me with venom-did I? I was easy to turn on you-to change where my loyalties lay. I'm so stupid. "

Now it was Katniss' turn to play doctor. "Peeta, you're not stupid-or an idiot, you're just...broken."

"That's just it, Katniss. I'm too broken to be with someone-anyone. I almost killed you, who knows what could happen now, when you're unprotected and I'm upset. I could seriously hurt you, or kill you. I could never live with myself after that. "

"But your flashbacks have been much less violent as of late, haven't they?" Almost as soon as she said the words, I started to have one. I pleaded with my eyes for her to leave, but she didn't understand, and by the time she did, it was too late.

I saw a meadow, with flowers all beautiful and serene. Innocent, just like the girl with the big blue eyes, and long blonde hair who was sitting in the middle of them. All of a sudden, Katniss arrived with her arrows. She flashed an evil grin and started sending arrows with string attached to them all around the girl. Soon the girl, Prim, was all caught and tangled in her makeshift net. Then Katniss shot a different arrow, with a red feather on it, right into the net. It pierced the little girl before erupting into flames, which caught on every surface they reached. The world was full of fire and ashes and I watched as Katniss, one by one, pulled people I loved from a crowd of prisoners, and, one by one throw them into the fire. Then I saw her mouth move and heard her voice, screaming at me,

"You'll never save them Peeta-they don't have a chance, and now-no one loves you at all. Not even me. "

Her words were harsh, but behind them I heard a faint whisper, also coming from Katniss. She sounded raspy, as if she had lost her voice, and I could hear her labored breathing.

"Peeta! Peeta, no, please, no! I love you, for real. I would never hurt you or your family, ever. I love you Peeta, I love you more than life itself. "

Then I heard her stop breathing and everything went black.

So...What do you think? Thanks to mebe1993 who noticed my orginaztion error (as in the intimidating block of text that was my chapter) within 3 minutes of me posting it-that was great:)

To the rest of you...

That was a hard chapter to write, but I thought it was necessary for y'all to understand ALL of the circumstances... Tell me what you think!

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A question for you!

Would Anyone in fanfiction-land be willing to submit some tributes to me so I could write y'all an SYOT? They're SO fun...

Anywho (I suppose that wasn't last but not least...)

With my beautiful awkward finish here, I shall ask you to read and review, at least for the sake of my brithday...

Thank You Much!

-mrspeetamellark97