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After I recover from my little meltdown...alright, big meltdown, we begin making supper. Peeta kneads the dough for fresh bread while I properly slice the meat. I still hunt for fresh meat sometimes, it just tastes so much better than what is imported from the Capitol. Also, it gives me something to do.

Peeta runs the bakery, paints, and draws. I never really had a talent anyway. You are supposed to pick one after you become a victor of the Hunger Games but I never found one I enjoyed or was good at. I lied about my talent; Cinna did it for me. Oh, Cinna, with your wonderful masterpieces of clothing, he could make a simple Seam girl like me look stunning. I miss him, dearly. His ending was pretty despicable. Although, they all were. "What do you think they would be doing, if they were alive now?" I ask suddenly.

Peeta gives me a quizzical look. I answer while the question is still on his lips, "Prim. Cinna. Rue. Finnick. If they were alive...what do you think they would have done with the rest of their lives?"

This is not the sort of thing I bring up often so he takes a minute to answer.

"Prim would be living here with us, healing all of District 12," he is treading lightly on the subject, probably since I just had a breakdown. I smile at that thought. Yes, she would. She loved Peeta, if they had been able to spend more time together I feel that they would've been very good friends.

"Yes she would, and play in the meadow...pick flowers..." I trail off thinking about what life would be like. I set down the knife I'm using as I ponder these thoughts. Peeta is looking at me worriedly but I feel no danger of tears...the thoughts I'm having...they're...happy not longing for something that will never happen.

"Finnick would be with Annie in District 4, with their baby boy," I say with a smile.

"I bet he's a real looker, with his father being the famous Finnick Odair and all," Peeta says.

"He probably has those same green eyes. Annie isn't bad looking either," I say thoughtfully.

"Yeah, when she isn't looking all insane," adds Peeta.

"I wonder how she's holding up, being a single mother plus the nightmares of her past," I say. I am suddenly worried, not just for Annie but for the baby. What if she goes on a rampage and harms the baby?

I feel Peeta's arms wrap around my waist. He sets his chin on my shoulder, "I'm sure she's fine. The baby probably helps her stay sane; gives her something to do."

"Yeah..." my mind thinks back to the interview of the Quarter Quell.

I lean my head on his and place my hands on top of where his rest. "Remember when you declared to all of Panem that I was pregnant," I say teasingly.

He laughs, "All too well. I thought it might save you." He kisses my neck.

"That's what we do, you and I we save each other." I turn around expecting a kiss. I expect to look into those blue eyes and find my burning love for him to be reflected. Instead I turn around to see a burning hatred in his eyes. His pupils are narrowed down at me, an intense expression on his face. They must have messed with that memory when he was being tortured at the Capitol.

"That's a lie," he spits out those three words with such remorse I shrink against the counter.

"What?" I say in disbelief. I reach for his hand but he smacks it away.

"You heard me. You are a filthy liar."

My hand stings but not as much as those words do.

"Peeta, no I'm not. You don't know what you're saying. You're...you're just having another episode. Just, just calm down alight? You'll be over it in a min-" He slaps me across the face and I let out a shriek of pain.

"I'll be alright?" he towers over me, "I'll be alright?" he shouts the second time. "I am perfectly fine Katniss. You're the one who's not alright. You low-life, dirty seductress. The one who killed everyone. It is all your fault. The thousands that died..all on you. FOR you. And you just threw their lifes away like rotten meat."

"Seductress? Puhh-lease. I couldn't even if I tried," I shouldn't be yelling at him but I continue anyway, "their deaths were President Snow's fault. Who also, for your information, hi-jacked you. That's why you're acting like a rambling idiot right now," I am speaking quite loudly now.

"No. You really think I'm gonna buy that?" he gives a deep laugh that is, honestly, quite frightening. "You are a deceiver, Katniss. I'm not going to believe a word you say," he yells in my face.

My hand is resting against my cheek. I need to get out of here so he can settle down, before he gets even more violent. I slowly lower my hand and reach behind me searching for the knife that I was using to cut up the deer. "That's not true Peeta, you know it isn't," I say trying to distract him so my actions don't look suspicous.

"Yes, it is," he insists with an insane smile that scares me terribly. It reminds me of Cato, who scares me. A frequent visitor in my haunting nightmares.

"No it's not. I love you," I say with forced calmness in my voice. I keep groping for the knife. Where is that infernal thing? I get answered by a sharp cut on my middle finger. I wince and hope he doesn't notice. I grasp the leather handle. I lunge at him with the knife, not to hurt him, just so that I can get away or knock some sense into him. He cacthes my hand though and twists it so I release the blade. I gasp in pain, eyes wide.

"You little schemer," Peeta says contemptuously, "What were you planning on doing with that? Killing me?"

"No, I was just going to knock some sense into you. You clearly need it," I say feistily because I know no amount of sweet talk is going to bring my Peeta back.

"What a shame you didn't get the chance. I guess I'll just do that to you instead."

This is it. My worst nightmare coming true. Peeta is going to kill me and after all these years I thought he was better, not completely but I for sure didn't think it was going to get this bad again. He grabs my arm with one hand and uses the other to press on my back. I propel forward. Straight for the hot stove. I try to brace my self with my hands and get rewarded with a snap in my arms. I yell in agony. My hands landed on the burners, which we had turned on to put the stew on.

I pull them off quickly, slapping them against my jeans even though they didn't actually catch on fire. There is a plus side to him pushing me over here though, I am closer to the entry of the room. I scramble out, but get yanked back. Peeta has a hold of my braid. I elbow him sharply in the gut, not thinking of him as my lover but as an enemy. My instincts that kept me alive through two Hunger Games, kicking in.

He releases my hair and run into the living room. I can't see clearly through the tears swimming in my eyes. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. Not Peeta. President Snow, for doing this terrible thing to my lover, my dandelion in the spring, the boy with the bread.

Peeta is yelling obscenities at me that I try to block out with no success. I know he doesn't mean them but they hurt because most of them are true. I am worthless. I am selfish. I am the reason thousands have died. I am the reason he's like this as well.

I can't see at all now because I'm sobbing. He picks me up around the waist while I kick and scream. I slap at his hands trying to get away but it probably hurts me more than it hurts him considering the burns. He throws me against the wall like a sack of flour. I crumple to the ground and hug my knees. Peeta leans down and whispers in my ear, "You deserve this. You know it deep down, you deserve all this, and worse."

And I do. I do know.

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