I open my eyes sighing as I do. I could feel restraints around my wrists. I stare at the ceiling listening to the beeping to my right. I was still alive. But, why? If what everyone has been saying is true I was hijacked. My memories weren't real. They were altered. There was something shiny about them. But, only the ones in which my brain was telling me Peeta was a mutt, and he wanted me dead.

I tried to choke Peeta. Why did I do that? It's because I'm the real mutt. My mind told me different, but listening to the doctors and Haymitch, it sure sounded like I was the mutt. I look up when the door opens to see Haymitch and a doctor walk in.

"How do you feel, sweetheart?" I shake my head. I was confused. I knew that for sure. But, I was far from okay. Nothing about me was okay.

"Katniss, can you talk?" I look to the doctor when she speaks.

"Yes." I whisper. My voice sounded strained. I look at the glass to see Peeta standing behind it watching. The bruises on his neck made me flinch. I look down at my hands. I did that?

"Am I a mutt?" I whisper as a tear rolls down my cheek. I didn't want to be a mutt. I didn't think I was a mutt. I could feel the venom clouding my mind again. I curl my hands into fists trying my best to fight it. It was a losing battle though. I didn't have any control over my mind anymore. None, at all. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly trying not to lose it. I was thankful for the restraints now.

"Katniss are you okay?" I shake my head. People needed to stop asking me that. I didn't look okay. I didn't feel okay. I wasn't okay. Or even close to being okay. I wanted myself back. I wanted to be Katniss again. The Katniss I was during the quarter quell. Not the Katniss I have become. I hated her. Haymitch speaks quietly.

"Katniss, we're going to help you. You won't be like this forever." I open my eyes relaxing a bit at those words. I wasn't helpless. There was still hope for me. Maybe if I became myself again, I could stop wanting to be dead. It would be better for everyone if I was dead though. If I had just been killed in the capitol, I would've never hurt Peeta.

I wouldn't need to be tied down to this hospital bed. I wouldn't need to be worked on. They explain to me that they're going to try something, before putting on clips from the games. I watch them confused. I was pretty sure that, that wasn't the way it happened. I was pretty sure Peeta worked with the careers to make sure I was dead. Not so he could save me.

My mind starts arguing with the images in front of me. They weren't real. But Haymitch said they were going to help me, so were they?

"Is that what really happened?" I whisper unsure. The doctor nods and I shake my head. "No. He wanted me dead." Haymitch sighs next to me.

"Peeta never wanted you dead, he loves you." I shake my head again. Recalling what I remember in my memory.

"No." I could hear another sigh. What if Peeta did love me? I remember the way he looked when he saw me yesterday just before I choked him. That didn't make sense though. Even if this was all true. He couldn't love me. No. Because if it was true, I was a mutt. And mutt's didn't deserve to be loved. I hit my head back against the bed, causing the injuries I had already had to become painful again. Within seconds the concussion, makes itself known and I black out.


A/N: Sorry it's a short chapter. It's mostly a filler chapter...anyways please continue to review and let me know what you think. :)