Disclaimer: I do NOT own The Hunger Games. Not the idea, not the characters, not even the awesomeness. :(

Summary: Katniss and Peeta are both 19. The nightmares come and go. Peeta's hijacking is getting worse. Will their love last? Or will this be the end of Peetniss? (Fluff/Hurt/Comfort)

Song For This Chapter: Video Games by Lana Del Rey


Black.

All I remember is falling and hitting my head. My eyes flutter open and I look down at my naked body. I am laying in a pool of watery blood. My head is pounding and it hurts to breath. My eyes won't stay open any longer and they close again and I sink into a deep sleep.

"Prim! Prim! Come back! I'm right here! You shouldn't being running in this jungle!" I scream as I run after Prim. The scenery reminds me of the jungle in third quarter quell.

"Katniss!" She cries. I move through the giant leaves and come to a clearing.

"Prim! Where are you?" I call for her, my eyes darting around the dark, foggy tall grass.

"Katniss!" I look up and see her in the hands of the orange, large mutt that resembles a monkey.

"I'm coming!" I say as I start to climb the tall tree.

"No! Katniss! Go away!" She screams.

I jump back down to the ground and grab my bow. But somebody takes it from me.

"Let me handle this Katniss." Gale says, aiming the bow towards the mutt.

The arrow flies through the dusty air and hits Prim in the chest.

"Prim!" I scream, opening up my arms to catch her. But on her way down to the ground, she starts to burn and turn into ash.

"Katniss. I'm so sorry." Gale says touching my shoulder.

"No you aren't Gale! You killed her!" I scream, cursing in his face.

Suddenly the monkey comes up behind Gale and bites his head off. This can't be real. No. No. No.

"Katniss." Peeta's urgent voice shouts.

"Peeta?" I mumble. But I can't see him.

"Katniss!" His voice more worried now. He starts to shake me. I wake up from my nightmare, still completely naked. Peeta watching me carefully.

Peeta! He is seeing me naked! I feel the red blush creep up onto my cheeks.

"Please tell me you're alive." He says as he begins to cry.

"A-l-i..ve" I whisper, reaching up my hand to touch his cheek.

"We have to get help!" He says he helps me up and wraps my black robe around my bloody , wet body.

"I'm fine. I'm fine Peeta." I lie.

"I'm not an idiot Katniss." He manages a laugh.

"My head hurts." I say as he lays me down towels on the guest bed.

"Lay down. I'll get Greasy Sae to clean you up. I'm afraid the blood might trigger something." He says in a hushed voice.

"I love you Peeta." I smile a little.

But this time, he does not reply.


Greasy Saw hurried over and cleaned up the cut on my head. Just a small opening and bruise. Nothing a few stitchs on my forehead couldn't fix.

Peeta didn't tell me he loves me. He always does. Maybe he is just a little shocked. After all, he did come home to you out cold in your own blood.

"This is my fault. Isn't it?" Peeta asks as he walks in the room.

"How could this possibly be your fault?" I say with a sigh.

"Because! My hijacking is acting up! I had to leave for a week! I come back to you being all depressed and laying in your own blood!" He shouts, throwing up his hands.

"Peeta. This has nothing to do with you!" I lie, hiding my face under the covers.

"I should go." He simply says, grabbing a bag and throwing his clothes in it.

"Go? Go where?" I ask, coming out from under the covers.

"District 4. I don't know. Some place better than here." He says as his eyes go big.

"So I'm not good enough for you?" I look away from him.

"Katniss, I didn't mean it lik-" I cut him off quickly.

"You obviously meant it Peeta. Why don't you go and find a nice girl in District 4. Rip my heart out while you do that, will you?" Tears stream down my face.

"Maybe I will." He says coldly.

I am taken back by the horrid tone in his voice. "I thought you loved me." I whisper.

He walks over and cups my face in his hands. He softly kisses my nose, grabs his bag and walks down the stairs.

"Peeta. If you walk out that door, I ...I never want to see you again!" I scream, holding back the rest of my tears.

He turns his face to look up the stairs. His precious blue eyes filled with sadness. "I don't want to hurt you anymore." He says quietly.

"You aren't hurting me." I whisper, falling to my knees.

"Goodbye Katniss." He says as he walks out the door.

"Peeta!" I shout, opening the front door. I look down at the baggy t-shirt and shorts I am wearing. My hair a tangled mess. Let everyone see me like this. I don't care.

"Peeta!" I scream again, chasing after him. He doesn't turn around.

A few minutes later I am still chasing him to the train station. As he reaches it, the train to District 4 is just pulling in. He looks back one more time and hops on.

"Peeta please!" I shout as I fall on my face. I am a mess.

The train slowly leaves. Taking my boy with the bread with it.


*2 weeks later*

"Katniss. It's your mother." Haymitch says, handing the phone to me.

"Hello?" I say, no emotion in my voice.

"Katniss! Honey! It's so good to hear your voice!" She says, sounding happy.

"Is Peeta there?" I quickly reply.

"Oh. Uhm. Well. Yes." She sighs.

"He hates me." I mumble.

"No he doesn't. He just doesn't want to hurt you anymore!" She starts to shout.

"Fine." I respond after a few minutes of silence.

"Annie is having her baby soon. Maybe you can stop by..." She continues.

"No. I don't want to see Peeta if he doesn't want to see me." I say as I hang up.

Keep it together Katniss. You can no longer be broken glass.

"Everything all right?" Haymitch says, walking back into the living room.

"He isn't coming back." A few tears drop in my hand.

"If he really does love you, he will come back. Trust me." He mumbles as he takes a sip of wine.


I run upstairs to my bedroom and slam the door shut.

"Stupid Peeta!" I scream, throwing a picture frame of us at the wall.

The glasss shatters and sticks to my bare legs. I wince and punch the bed.

This isn't like you Katniss. Why are you breaking down? You are usually so strong.

"I hate him!" I shout again, throwing the pillows on the bed at anything breakable.

"Katniss you stop that right now!" Haymitch shouts as he barges in.

"Go away!" I go to slap him but he quickly ducks.

"God dammit Katniss! You're bleeding!" He says, as he holds my arm and examines my leg.

"Why does it matter!" I cry.

"Katniss lay down. I'm going to clean you up. Then we are going to have a talk." He says sternly.


After Haymitch cleans all the glass out, he takes a seat on a chair near the bed.

"That was way too extreme sweetheart. That was nothing like you. What happened to the strong and brave mockingjay I once knew?" He asks, putting down his wine glass.

"She's still here. She's just broken." I reply, playing with my fingers.

"Maybe this is best. Peeta staying away for awhile?" He suggests.

"I guess if that is what Peeta wants. I'll get on with my life." I let one tear slip.

"Good. That's exactly what he wants you to do." He says with a half smile.

"Thanks Haymitch." I smile back.

"No problem sweetheart. Now I'm going to go. I'll be back for dinner?" He says, walking out the bedroom door.

I nod my head and lay back onto the bed. I need some sleep.

But I know I won't get any. Nightmares will haunt me tonight.


I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. It was hard to write :'( BUT the chapter will be 3 years later. Katniss and Peeta are 22 years old. Katniss decides to finally go see Peeta again after the three years that pass. And she's in for a BIG surprise. And maybe not a very good one. *Don't worry. There will be lots more Peetniss fluff in chapters to come!* Review! *Maddy*