A/N: I would like to start off with saying how sorry I am. So, sorry. And thanks a lot for all the reviews, story alerts, and favorites. Also, I've seen a lot of people doing this, so I thought I'd try it. I'll put down some song lyrics, and you guys have to guess the song name and who sings it. The first person to guess it first gets a special shout out. I know, crappy prize. But oh well.

Disclaimer: This is the last time I'll be doing this. I don't own the Hunger Games (why would I be on here if I did?) or any song lyrics that I might use. So, here are the lyrics.

I really, I really need to know.

Or else you gotta let me go

Oh!

You're just a fantasy girl,

It's an impossible world.

All I want is to be

with you always.

Good luck!


Chapter 7

(One Week Later)

I lie in bed and look up at the ceiling. The dull gray color only reminds me of Gale's eyes, and I shiver and roll over. A week later, and I still can't believe what had nearly happened to me. It makes me enternally grateful to Peeta.

Peeta.

I turn my head and look at him, sound asleep with his arm still draped across my waist. Even in his sleep, he maintains a tight and protective grip, But one I could escape from if I needed to. His blond curls cover his eyes, and I reach over and lightly brush them back. He pulls me closer, but still doesn't appear awake. I smile as I look at his face. For once, it's not covered with worry over me, and instead, it's replaced with a look of absolute peace. It's a very welcome change.

I turn back around fully to face him and snuggle in to his chest and lay my head down in the crook of his neck. Even unconcous, he knows to tighten his grip and lays his head on top of mine. I quickly fall asleep.


I'm walking in a dark corridor, and it's filled with fog. Faint whispers reach my ear, but I can't make out exactly what they're saying. Two stand out more than the others, though.

"Katniss."

I know that voice. The same one that yelled at me years and years about how worthless I was. How stupid and ugly and useless.

My mother.

She appears from the fog, an evil grin on her face. "Run Katniss, while you still can." She starts to laugh, but it has no trace of humor in it.

Suddenly, hands appear from the fog, trying to grab a hold of me, pull me down. I start to run, trying my best not to trip over the hands. But one hand grabs me and yanks me down, and I hit the ground with a thud. A figure appears out of the fog and pins me down, and no matter how much I struggle, I can't break free from his (I assume it's a man) grip. He leans forward, and I see his face for the first time.

Gale.

He wears the same grin my mother did, and he leans in to whisper in my ear. "I told you that you would pay."


I wake up with a sick feeling in my stomach, and a scream at the tip of my tongue. Luckily I didn't wake Peeta. I take deep breaths, trying to slow my heart beat and ignore the sick feeling still in my stomach.

That nightmare was probably one of the worst ones I've ever had, and that's saying a lot. I go to push some stray pieces of hair away and notice my hands are shaking. The sick feeling in my stomach has made it's way to the back of my throat and I jump out of bed with my hand over my mouth and race towards the bathroom.

"Katniss?" I ignore him, and as I'm running out the door I hear him rush out of bed to follow me. I make it to the bathroom just in time and throw up what little dinner I'd managed to eat. Peeta comes in right after me, holding my hair back and rubbing my back while I empty my stomach. After I finish I still sit there retching, but my stomach had nothing left to empty itself of, so I get up and brush my teeth. Peeta stays with me this whole time.

"Katniss, I'm getting worried about you," Peeta says as we get back in to bed. He opens his arms to me, and I immedeatly go in to them. I lay my head on his chest, where I can hear his heartbeat, and he lays his head on top mine. "You haven't been eating, and what you do eat just comes right back up in a couple of hours. Plus, you've barely slept since…well….you know." I do know what he means, and just the mention of it makes goosebumps appear on my arms. Peeta notices, and rubs my arms.

I look back on this week. I had only eaten a meal a day, if it can even be called a meal, which consisted of a slice of bread and a glass of water. I haven't had a decent night of sleep in two weeks, and I've been having headaches. Terrible headaches. Some are so bad, I feel as though my skull is splitting in two. I haven't told Peeta about them, and I hope he hasn't noticed. He's already worried sick about me, and I don't want to trouble him anymore.

"Alright Peeta. I'll try to eat more, and I'm sorry I've been worrying you so much." He put his fingers under my chin and tilted it up so I could look into his eyes. "I'm serious Katniss. You're…you're starting to scare me. Just…..please…..try to get better….for me." I looked in to his eyes, and saw the worry for me in them, the desperation for me to cooperate with him. I tilt my head up a little more and kiss him gently. When I pull away, I lean forward to whisper in his ear, "I promise."

He smiles at me. "Thank you."