Hey everybody! Okay so this chapter is basically a filler, the next chapter will be told in Haymitch's POV. Soon there will be one that is Cato's POV and you will be able to see what he thinks about all of this. It might take a while so hang in there. The names of Haymitch's family and girlfriend and idea that she is pregnant belongs to the story Haymitch's Love: The Untold Story. It is written by KattyHunger and it is incredibly good. So read it! And ya that's all I have to say, so I hope you like the chapter!

Katniss' POV:

Move! Why can't I move? I just can't stop staring at the screen. How could they have showed Peeta being taken away? How could they have made me relive that? I make a fist with my left hand and I can feel my nails digging in to my skin. It feels good. Like the pain from it will get rid of the pain in my heart.

I can hear Haymitch yelling at the camera people. "Are those cameras still on? Turn the damn things off! I don't want the whole damn nation seeing this." I wonder just how much he's had to drink today. One of the camera people says yes, but I know that they won't stop filming this. Why would they miss the chance to show a crazy girl as a reminder to the Districts that the Capital is in control of us?

Haymitch comes over and crouches in front of me. I don't look at him and I pretend that he's not there. "Come on sweetheart. Let's get you off the stage," he says as calmly as he can. I don't move. He grabs my left hand and tries to pull me up out of the chair. "Come on, at least stand up," this time his voice has a pleading tone in it. But I don't move, I can't. I'm like how my mother was after my father died, too depressed to even move. Haymitch takes his hand away and notices the blood starting to come out of where my nails are digging into my skin. "Hey, at least unclench your hand. I can't let you get blood on your beautiful dress." I continue to clench my fist, this time harder than before. Haymitch gets up and starts talking to himself, "okay, so she's not moving. What can I do to make her move?"

He seems to get an idea because his eyes light up and he crouches down in front of me again. I'm curious to hear what he says, so I listen to him when he talks. "Listen Katniss, I know what you're going through." Sure he does, I clench my fist harder. "But, you just have to move on. Peeta would want you to be happy, you know that." He sees that this is obviously not working so he says in a very small voice, which surprises me, "I had a girlfriend when I went off to the Hunger Games. Her name was Nemit..." He gets a far away look in his eyes. I feel bad for him so, for his sake, I decide to at least look at him. Haymitch doesn't notice, he continues to look at some point behind me. "She was beautiful...When I returned, we found out that she was pregnant. I was the father. When she was a month pregnant, peacekeepers showed up at our door." I can barely make out what Haymitch is saying his voice has gotten so quiet. "They took her away and I never saw her again...A few days after that, the peacekeepers showed up again this time taking my mother and my brother, Melmar. That was the last time I ever saw any of my family. I never even got to say goodbye..." I'm shocked. Why is he telling me this? Especially right here on camera, he can easily be taken away and killed by the Capital.

I decide to at least unclench my fist, but I still don't feel like moving. "Well, that's some improvement," Haymitch says in a sad, depressed voice. "Okay, let's move on to your other hand. We'll just move step by step," he says warily. "What's that you're holding there?" He tries to unclench my fingers from the necklace that Peeta gave me, but I won't let him. If Peeta didn't tell him that the necklace was inside the bread, then I'm not going to let Haymitch see it. Haymitch looks like he just wants to have ten bottles of whiskey. Apparently he does too because he lifts me up and slings me across his shoulder. He goes over to Caesar Flickerman and says, "Tomorrow, please don't show any clips from the Games." Then he walks over to the elevator with me still on his shoulder.

When the elevator reaches the twelfth floor, Haymitch carries me over to my bedroom and drops me on my bed. As he is leaving out the door he says, "Be there for dinner," and then walks out. I don't move until I hear the sound of Haymitch's door closing behind him.

Why do I have to go to dinner? It's not like Haymitch actually cares about me, but I guess I'll go, for his sake. I get up from the bed and head over to the bathroom to take a shower. I take off my clothes and step into the warm water. After my shower, I choose a plain green shirt and comfy brown pants. Then, I braid my hair in its usual side braid. After I am all ready, I step out into the hall and head towards the dining room. When I get there, Effie, Cinna, and Haymitch are already sitting at the table eating. I sit down next to Cinna, not wanting to be stuck next to a drunk, depressed Haymitch and a "have good manners at all times" Effie. I'm not really hungry, so I just sit there absent-mindedly dipping my bread into hot chocolate. Nobody really has anything to say, so we just sit there, eating in silence. The silence is broken when Molly Harpin, Brutus, Riley Septimus, and Cato come out of the elevator. What's going on? I give Haymitch a questioning look that says What the hell are they doing here? He just shrugs.

After minutes of silence Effie says, "It looks like you guys got the message. Come join our dinner we were just starting." She looks around at the dinner table and then as if she could sense the confusion says, "President Snow requested that the District One crew ate meals with us. They are our friends now." She puts a little to much emphasis on 'are' and 'friends'. Is she serious? Me and Cato Stone friends? Haymitch seems to be thinking the same thing and says while laughing, "HA! Good luck with that." Then he takes a big swig from the silver flask in front of him. The rest of the dinner goes by with few words spoken. Every once in a while Effie and Molly try to start conversations with people, but it is mostly small talk that dies out quickly. Only one of the conversations catches my attention.

"So Cato," Effie says, "what happened to your face? It looks like you got mauled."

Cato blushes, keeps his eyes on his plate and says, "Oh, I just got beat up by someone. No big deal."

"Well I think that is just awful! Who would ever do such a thing that is the worst thing I have ever heard of!" Effie rambles on.

Is she serious? That is the worst thing she has ever heard of? What about the Hunger Games, did she think about that? Next I find myself saying, "Really Effie? You really think that beating someone up, just a little bit, is the worst thing you have ever heard of?" Effie stares at me shocked that I am even speaking. Nobody interrupts me, so I continue talking. "What about what you do? You basically give kids a ticket to their death, especially being the District Twelve escort. Nobody ever wins. How many years have you been escorting?"

"Ten," she says in an incredibly small voice.

"Ten, so that means you have sent nineteen kids to their death. You are lucky to have at least one alive." I feel a hand on my shoulder and hear Haymitch's gruff voice, "Katniss come on lay off, it is not her fault." I shrug off his hand, angry that he is teaming up with Effie.

Effie looks like she is going to cry, but then she looks up at me with hate in her eyes. "Well, what about you?" she practically shrieks, "You killed Glimmer, Marvel, the District Four girl, and Peeta! You killed three people and all on purpose. One of them was even your dear lover, Peeta Mellark!" And with that she stomps out of the room.

I collapse into my chair as what she said hits me. I killed Peeta Mellark. I killed the person I so dearly loved. Somewhere in my head a voice says, but it wasn't your fault, you did it to save him from the pain. It doesn't matter, I still killed the boy with the bread.