Chapter 7- Birthday Wishes (Age 18)

I AM SO SORRY I HAVE NOT POSTED. Life has been really busy; trying to write was just really hard this past week. I will try to post another chapter later on tonight or tomorrow morning. Also- to the guest who wanted a bigger mess out of Peeta's acting outs, I put one in there for you! Hope you enjoy! Thank you all for understanding! Much love!

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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN IT, THIS IS SIMPLY A FICTIONAL WRITING WRITTEN FOR PURE ENJOYMENT. THANK YOU.

"Katniss, wake up" Peeta says.

"Why, it's-" I look at the clock, it was 1:00 and it sure was not dark outside, how did I sleep in that late?

Peeta chuckles, "You slept in pretty late today."

I try to remember what happened last night, and then I remember, today is my birthday. I went to look at the woods outside and remember Prim as I passed by the beautiful patch of primrose flowers. I couldn't bare it. I then saw a Mockingjay, which reminded me of everything. I remember running back to my house and crying in my sheets, eventually drifting to sleep. I must have gone to bed late.

"Well I am an adult now so I might be getting older…"

"Well good thing, I am not a pedophile anymore!"

I have a December birthday; Peeta has a summer birthday in June. It is December, that means that in two more days Peeta was going to start his treatment. His EST. I wish I could cure him myself.

"I hate my birthday." I grumble, and I really did. I remember not being able to buy one of those pretty cakes in the window of Peeta's bakery because we did not have enough money. I remember one birthday my father bought me a small cake; he was saving for months to buy a cake for me. He gave it to me right when I woke up. It was beautiful, the most beautiful thing I could have ever seen at that age. Covered with green frosting (my favorite color) and inside was covered with strawberries and vanilla. It was delicious. That was my favorite birthday. A year after my father was killed. That's when I started to hate birthdays. Eventually we all forgot about our birthdays and just moved on with our lives. There were bigger things to tend to than a cake and a song to sing.

"Why? I love your birthday, it's just another excuse to celebrate and love you more!" He says excitedly.

He pulled me up and he brought me downstairs to show all of my favorite foods arrayed in beautiful order, sitting on the table. I saw a box in the middle and opened it- it was a beautiful cake. With green frosting, and strawberries inside.

I loved Peeta.

I absorbed the food into my mouth. I am a vacuum when it comes to eating. It just comes in like magic.

"Peeta?" I ask.

"Wha-what?" He asks, shaking his voice a little bit.

"Are you okay?" I am starting to become scared.

"Yes, no, I am not sure Katniss." He replies.

"What did you remember something?" I ask him.

I look into his eyes, they are black. Glossed over; just like the fake memories he his acting on.

"Katniss Everdeen, The whore of Panem! The mockingjay! The leader of the rebellion! The mutt who ruined my life. The bitch who made it all turn to dust! Our home town, my family, your sister? All dead! Done because of YOU. YOU are the reason everything is horrible. You are the reason that we are living lonely lives. You deserve to die! Katniss Everdeen I am going to kill you today." Peeta screams.

"Peeta! Stop!" I cry, tears pouring out of my eyes, I am mortified.

"How are you going to stop me? Huh? Call to Gale?" Peeta retorts

"Peeta…" I stop and run for my room.

He grabs me, "I am not your lover boy anymore! I am done with you! Playing with me and my heart! My life is ruined! My family is dead! Because of you!" He holds up a knife to my throat.

"Peeta" I shriek, "Peeta I love you."

It doesn't seem to help.

I bend his hand back and make a run for it. I run for my room. I hear Peeta clinking up the stairs.

Step, step, step, step, step…

The anxiety is killing me. I lock my door and hide.

I hear the pounding on my door and yelling. I look at my arm as I notice that it is bleeding. His knife must have slashed me when I was running away.

"Katniss! Open the door! I am going to get your sorry ass Katniss!" I hear him say.

I cry some more. This was horrible. I hated myself. I cry and cry and pull myself into a ball and I fall asleep.

I wake up to open the door and find shattered glass, holes in the wall, and a knife lying down on the ground.

I follow the hallway downstairs where I see Peeta crying, holding the knife to his wrist.

"PEETA" I scream. I run to him and fling the knife down on the ground.

"Don't do that Peeta, don't you ever do that!" I scold him.

"I am so sorry Katniss, I am so sorry. I never mean the things I say to you, know that please, it's just the venom."

"I know, Peeta, I know you don't mean it. I know, just I can never live without you. Peeta you mean too much to me. I need your arms, I need your touch. I would have killed myself if you did. I couldn't live in a world without you. You are my everything Peeta. I would never go back to Gale. Peeta you are it. You are my one and only one. I will be with you forever. Please don't leave me." My eyes are pouring out water, like waterfall. Within my long breaths I am wheezing.

"I won't, I promise…" He is now crying.

We sit together for a while, watching Beetee on TV with Paylor, explaining to Caesar Flickerman about their newly found love for each other and how they are to get married soon. The crowd goes hysterical. Squeals and applause fills the room.

Then, I didn't know about this, they play an hour documentary on my life for my birthday; I don't want to watch it so I just turn to Peeta.

"Peeta, since it is my 18th birthday, and I do really want you to be with me forever…"

"Yeah…?"

"Will you do me the honors of being my-"

I am interrupted by his kiss and he carries me up to the bedroom as he walks over the broken glass and he plops me down on the bed.

Happy birthday to me.