"No, Katniss. NO! Please. Don't go!" My eyelids snap open. All around me is darkness. The window is slightly open and a breeze flutters through. I hear it again. What was that? I hear screaming and shouting coming from down the hall. Peeta. Why is he screaming? He's probably having a nightmare.

I pick myself off my bed and plod down the hallway. Peeta's door is closed, and I'm not sure if I should go in or not. What if he's hurt? I take a deep breath and open the door. Peeta lies in bed, thrashing and yelling profanity. I walk deeper into the room and crouch down by his bed. I take his hand and try to calm him down.

"Peeta. Peeta, calm down. Its only a nightmare," my voice cracks on each word. I haven't seen him this distressed in a while. He opens his eyes and I can clearly see that his pupils are dilated to a horrifying extent. His hands shake, and his breathing are heavy.

"Katniss?" Peeta's voice is scared, and worried.

"Yes, I'm here. Please calm down. You're just having another nightmare," I keep my voice low, worried that I'm just making him more frantic.

"Leave now." I'm taken aback by this. Peeta never says things like that.

"Why?"

"Just go. I'll hurt you if you don't," Peeta tells me, letting go of my hand.

"No, I just don't see how you will."

"Go now, mutt! You murder! I hate you! GET AWAY from me! Snow wants me to kill you because you're a mutt!" His voice cuts me deep into the heart. No, no, no. I thought I could make things better will him, but he still believes I'm some sort of mutt. My thoughts are interrupted as Peeta takes his hand and slaps me hard across the face. His hands come around my wrist and twist it backward. Another hand slaps me. I feel a sharp pain in my leg, and cry out in agony.

"Stop! Please! Stop Peeta!" I cry out, tears streaming down my red face. I look at him and see that his breathing is slower and his hands are not shaking. His pupils are still dilated, not from nightmares, but from shock. His mouth is hanging wide open.

"Katniss. Oh my God. I'm so sorry. I can't help myself. Oh my god…I'm so sorry…" Peeta tries to explain, but I shake my head.

"How could you? I thought I could trust you, but here I am. On the floor. Bleeding and with possible broken bones! Get out! Get out of my house! I never want to see you again!" I scream in frustration. My face aches with pain. Peeta tries to touch me, but I shoo his hand away. He runs down the stairs, and I hear his heavy footsteps behind him.

I attempt to pick myself off the floor, but a burning sensation ripples throughout my knee. I end up falling down and tears fill my gray eyes. It takes me over an hour to just get to the bathroom. I look in the mirror. All I see is a girl with a red face, her hair is a mess and her eyes are white with fear and shock. I sit down on the toilet and examine my injuries. My wrist is red and angry looking. It feels fractured, or at least sprained. Then I look at my leg. From the knee down, it's black and blue. I can tell it's bruised. I wiggle my leg, and pain shoots through my body.

I look through my cabinets, and apply medicine on my injuries. I wobble off the toilet and hop down the stairs. I go into the kitchen and open the fridge. I find an ice pack and apply it onto my leg. I sit down in a chair and sigh in relief. My eyes start to droop and the next thing I know, I'm asleep.

My eyes open. All around me is sunlight, and I blink my eyes due to the extreme light. I feel a light breeze on my skin, and realize that my front door is open. I look around the room and notice that I'm still in my kitchen. I must've fallen asleep when I was putting the ice pack on my leg. My fridge is still open, and a cold draft floats in the air. The ice pack is melted completely, and the water runs down my leg.

I pick myself up the chair. Or at least attempt to. I end up falling back down. I crawl onto the floor and into the living room. I close the front door, getting to my knees. After 15 minutes, I'm up and walking. My whole body is sore and I feel like I'm going to pass out. As I tread up the steps upstairs, I hear a knock at the door. I turn around, and go to answer it. Thinking its Greasy Sae, I open up the door.

"Hi, Greasy Sae, how are-" I stop short and look at the figure in front of me. Peeta stands there with a look of guilt and sorrow on his face.

"Katniss, I'm so sorry for what I did last night. That wasn't me. Well, it was me. But not the real me. It was the Capitol created Peeta," he tries to convince me, but I ignore his words. I still know its not his fault, by I am angry, tired and my whole body hurts.

"Leave. I don't want to talk to you." It's pathetic, and weak, but it's all I got. I slam the door in Peeta's face and lock it. Peeta knocks on my door, waiting for me to open it. But I resist it and trudge up my stairs. I can't talk to him now. Not when I'm this angry and pissed off.

The morning continues slowly. Around 12:30 I hear a knock on the door. I roll my eyes and know that it's Peeta.

"Katniss? Please answer. I have lunch if you'd like," his voice cuts through the door. I don't answer, letting him take the hint. He doesn't leave though. He sits there, on my doorstep, for an hour and a half. I peak throughout the window and frown. Peeta looks at me and his face brightens. I shake my head and give him the finger, letting him know that I can't deal with his antics. Peeta looks shocked and sets the plate of food he had in his hands on the doorstep. He backs away and it looks like he's crying. There goes another person I've hurt, along with the other dozens in the past.