Chapter seven! Sorry that it's a little short, I just couldn't get myself write more (I don't want it to be too dramatic!) about this particular topic.

Who here watched the Opening Ceremonies? I did! They have to be one of the best parts of the Olympics, because its everyone of every different race, religion, culture, anything, are in a gigantic room together, not competing against each other, but celebrating together. I have also watched some of the soccer games that already started.

Anyways, thank you so much, the response to the last chapter was amazing! Thank you! Here comes the drama! Prepare for tears! (I wonder if you can guess who's tears they are...)

Oh! And I wanted to tell you guys that this week, I have soccer camp, so chapters might be sparse... But I promise to work on them whenever I get a chance!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES' CHARACTERS!

CLAIMER: I DO OWN THE PLOT TO THIS STORY!

-A Heart

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"What?" I yell into the phone, pacing back and forth of the room, Peeta sitting on the couch looking at me with a worried expression.

We have been in London for two weeks now, and the opening ceremonies are in five days. Prim and Mom were supposed to arrive in the beautiful city today, but then I got a call.

"Honey, calm down. She is fine. They just have to do the surgery to get the cancer out of her, and then some tests, but she will be fine." At the sound of my mom's voice, I squeeze my eyes shut, allowing my fingers to massage the bridge of my nose.

"Can I talk to her?"

"Of course, here she is."

"Katniss!" Prim chirps into the phone, as cheery as ever, but I am willing myself not to cry.

"How you doing, Little Duck?"

"I'm okay, I'll be fine. I'm just upset that I'll miss the games. But, I can still watch them on T.V., I guess."

"Prim, I'm coming back to see you. I will leave tomorrow." I say seriously, picturing her at my words. Eyes widening, head shaking.

"Kat, no! You can't! This is your dream! Do it for dad, do it for you, do it for me!" She starts off yelling, but finishes in a hoarse whisper.

"Let me think about it Prim. I don't know if I can run like nothing's wrong when you are in Boston in the state you are in."

"Fine. But I am booking you a flight right back to London if you refuse to stay." I scoff and smile slightly.

"Okay. Love you."

"Love you too, Kat." I press 'end' and slump back into an armchair, then immediately leaning forward to place my elbows on my knees and bury my face in my hands.

"Katniss?" I feel a hand on my back, and I recognize the voice. Peeta. Without looking up, I make my reply short and simple.

"Peeta, I have to go." I jump up and sprint into my room, grabbing my suitcase and opening it.

"What? No, Katniss. At least tell me what's going on!" I continue to start packing as I answer.

"Fine. Prim was feeling nauseous and fainted. My mom found her and took her to the emergency room, where they found a cancer cell growing on her stomach. She will be okay; they found it at a very young stage and all they have to do is remove it and watch it. I can't let her go through this alone, though!"

"But she has your mom!" I drop the shirt I was folding and spin on my heel to look at the blue eyed boy.

"My mom has never been there for us!" I growl. "When my dad died, I pretty much took over for a year, as she sulked in her bedroom and let Prim suffer without her dad and me fail in school because I had to stay up late to make dinner and do homework, work, run, shop, whatever! You think that I was not devastating? Because I was! I was dying! This is exactly why I can love anyone, it will only hurt me. Gale left and it killed me. But I was stupid enough to think that he would be the only one to hurt me! And then my dad died and it made my realize; because of my mom, what happens when you love someone!" My eyes go wide as I realize how much I revealed to him. I squeeze my eyes shut and slam my fist into the suitcase, allowing it to repeat multiple times into I got a satisfying smack and I crumpled up in a ball on the floor.

"I can't do this Peeta. I can't."

"Yes you can Katniss. If you can't, then I sure as anything can't, and I'm pretty sure that I can. You are the strongest, bravest person I know, and what you just said proved that, not made you look weak like I know you think it does. Being afraid and sad gives you something to make you do things to make you feel happy again. Darling, we can't all have a perfect life, but we all deserve to make it better."

I nod at his words, sniffling. I then realize my task and feebly fold a tank top and place it clumsily into my bag. Suddenly, strong hands grip my shoulders and spin me around, causing my eyes to lock with Peeta's.

"What do you think you're doing?" He accuses, but gently.

"Packing." I mumble incoherently, looking down in shame.

"Why?"

"Because I need to go."

"Did Prim ask you to go?" Peeta asks, sitting down on the bed, and I follow in suit, tucking my feet under me.

"Well, no, but..."

"Did your mom ask you to go?"

"No, but, the thing is-"

"Katniss," Peeta interrupts. "Let me finish. No one is making you go but you. The team, on the other hand, needs you here. I need you here. These are one in a lifetime experiences, and you deserve it. Don't you want the crowds cheering for us as we walk the circle? What about the adrenaline rush before you take off across the left curve?"

Well, that did not do anything for you, Katniss. Just get back to packing. But I don't have time to, because Peeta starts up again.

"What did Prim say when you told her that you were coming home?"

"She said that she would be happy to see me." I lie, which causes me to look down and bite my lower lip. I look up again when I hear Peeta chuckling wanting to know the source of his amusement.

"You know, Kat, you are a horrible lier. What did she really say?"

"Ugh, fine. That she wanted to watch me on T.V. and that she was buying a plane ticket to send me back here if I refuse to stay here."

"See! She wants to see her big sister be in the Olympics! Don't deprive her of that! She is already in a traumatic experience, why not try and make it a little bit better by sound something for her, that you also really really really want to do?"

"I don't!" I shout, then realize that what I just said makes no sense. "I do not deserve this! What have I done? Nothing! You just can't see that! You are so stuck in some delusional fantasy where you and I have a perfect lfe and we are all good! I am nothing!"

"Fine!" He shouts back, competing for who can be the loudest. "I don't know why I am wasting my time trying to help and support you if I am such a burden and being stupid!"

"Then go!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!" With my last remark, Peeta stalks out of the room and out the door, slamming it behind him. I hear him growl in frustration one last time in the hallway, and then I fall back on the bed, thinking 'what have I done?'