Hey there, hey there. Again, thank you for all of your patience with my crap-tastic schedule. First quarter is done and I really can't believe it's already done. They really weren't kidding about the "blink and senior year is gone" saying. A quick shout out to everyone who added this to their Favorite Stories/Alerts lists. You all make me so happy when I see those notices.

So, Inspiration for this story: Adele's "Don't You Remember". The first time I heard this song, I knew it had to be a fanfic. It just screams Katniss. And I did promise you guys an angst-y Katniss story. I just hope this is up to par.

"When will I see you again?
You left with no goodbye, not a single word was said,
No final kiss to seal any seams,
I had no idea of the state we were in,
I know I have a fickle heart and bitterness,
And a wandering eye, and a heaviness in my head,
But don't you remember?
Don't you remember?
The reason you loved me before,
Baby, please remember me once more,
When was the last time you thought of me?
Or have you completely erased me from your memory?
I often think about where I went wrong,
The more I do, the less I know,
But I know I have a fickle heart and bitterness,
And a wandering eye, and a heaviness in my head,
But don't you remember?
Don't you remember?
The reason you loved me before,
Baby, please remember me once more,
Gave you the space so you could breathe,
I kept my distance so you would be free,
And hope that you find the missing piece,
To bring you back to me,
Why don't you remember?
Don't you remember?
The reason you loved me before,
Baby, please remember me once more,
When will I see you again?"

Just a little setting: This is when Katniss is in District 2. And I know she says some of these things in the book but I felt like it fit here too.

As always, please enjoy. And don't forget to review!

Don't You Remember?

I shut the door behind Gale. I release the breath I didn't know I was holding as I lean against the door. I'm tired, but I know I have to do the dishes. Gale had offered to help, but I didn't want company.

Sighing, I look around the house. District 13 was kind enough to give it to their Mockingjay. Their Mockingjay who didn't – no, couldn't – stay in the safety of their military complex. The house is only temporary; only until they find another family to take me in. Because it's not safe to be alone. Nowhere is safe with District 13. Not for me. Not with him in my mind…

I shake my head violently, pushing out those thoughts. I had promised myself I wasn't going to think of him. So I shove those thoughts into my mental safe and lock that into a bigger safe in my mind as I clean up the table.

For a while it's just the sound of the water running and the clink of dishes in the sink. I keep my mind blank, or at least turn my thoughts to Prim or to how I'll kill Snow. He pops up in my mind every once and a while but I shove those thoughts away before they could take hold. I can't afford to think of him. Not now.

The phone rings, making me jump. I realize I've been clutching onto the counter so hard that my knuckles are white. I stare down at them as the phone keeps ringing, debating with myself whether to answer it. I look at girl in the reflection of the window. The raw pain in her eyes is familiar to me, but tonight it's accompanied by a gnawing look of hunger. Hunger to know what's going on at the other end of the line.

"Hello?" I say into the receiver, catching it on the last ring.

"Katniss!"

"Hey." My body visibly relaxes at Prim's voice. "How are you?"

"Good." She answers. I imagine her blonde head bobbing on the other end of the phone. "I learned how to do stitches the way 13 wants."

I nod, even though I know she can't see me. We talk of her class, how she's doing, how she's getting along with the others from 13. She does most of the talking; her voice is soothing to me. It's almost like a shot of morphling to my racing mind, slowing down my rapid thoughts and letting me focus on her words.

She's telling me about the bird Buttercup managed to catch when I hear someone else on her side. Prim stops mid-sentence to talk to them. I hear only a couple of words, but my body goes tense because I know what they're talking about.

"Katniss."

"What?" I sigh. Haymitch sounds almost as tired as I feel. I imagine him cradling the phone with his shoulder, rubbing his eyes with one hand, a bottle in the other. Then I remember 13's rule about liquor and erase the bottle from the picture. I feel a twinge of sympathy for Haymitch, but it's a short-lived feeling.

"We tried something new on him today." He begins. I hear a warning in his voice and I force myself to breathe. I don't trust myself to speak so I wait for him to go on.

"It was Finnick's idea." He continues. "We showed him the tape of him proposing to you, while giving him the morphling. Finnick thought that it could make the positive emotions resurface."

"And?" I ask, my voice breaking. Haymitch is silent for a minute. My insides go numb.

"He starting spouting gibberish for a while," Haymitch finally says, "and then fell into another stupor. He woke up after a half hour."

"What'd he say?" I hear myself ask, even though I'm sure I didn't say it. Again, there's silence. The girl in the window looks broken, like she can't take it anymore. But her eyes beg me to find out what the boy with the bread said.

"He said he was wrong, Katniss. He was wrong to ever love you."

My mind goes numb as I put the phone back. My vision breaks up into fragments as I clutch the counter for support. It's no use. I feel my legs give out and I fall to the floor. The noises coming out of me sound like a wounded animal, and I can't stop the tears.

He was wrong. He was wrong for ever loving me.

My mind replays all of those moments where he loved me. I see his face, his hair, his eyes, and his wonderful smile. I hear his words in my ears. I love you.

Those words run around my head, tearing at my walls until they come crashing down. There's a hole in my chest where my heart should be that is being ripped open wider each time I think of some moment he and I had shared. I want to die. Nothing this empty should be alive.

He was wrong.

He couldn't be gone. He just couldn't be. He didn't say goodbye. There was no kiss, no hug, no words of comfort. Nothing. Just gone. If I had known… My throat hitches on the thought. What would I have done? Kissed him? Held him? Killed him in the games? He would have preferred I'd killed him if he had known what the Capitol would eventually turn him into.

He was wrong.

The worst part, I realize, is that he now sees me as I really am. How I always thought he should. Violent. Insensitive. Manipulative. Scarred. Crazy. He hates me for using him. And I hate myself for thinking I could.

He was wrong.

I want him back. I want him back so much it hurts. I want him to remember what he thought of me before this. How he thought I was beautiful. How he thought I was clever and brave. I want the boy with the bread to hold me and give me hope again. To tell me that everything will be okay again. To say he'll stay with me. Always.

He was wrong.

It's almost three in the morning by the time I cry myself out. I've somehow managed to move into the bedroom, although I don't remember ever moving from the kitchen floor. I clutch my knees tighter to my chest as I feel the hole inside me open up a little more. All I feel is complete emptiness and numbness inside.

I admitted it to myself at some point that night. How I really feel about him. I can't deny it any longer. I can't heal that way. And I have to heal. To kill Snow and make him pay, I have to move on. No more thinking about him as the old boy with the bread. I have to move on to kill Snow.

Peeta. I swear to myself that if I ever see him – the real him – ever again, I'll tell him. I'll tell him I love him.