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Katniss' POV

It's madness. They're either smart and run into the woods, or crazy and go for the Cornucopia. I turn out to be one of the crazy tributes, hesitantly picking up bread and a plastic square. I also sprint to a backpack and end up fighting for it with another tribute.

He eventually coughs blood into my face and I stumble back, disgusted. When I look up, a career tribute is aiming for me with her knife. I make a mad dash for the woods and put the pack on my shoulders. Somehow, I know to hike the backpack up to cover my head, and her knife lodges into it.

She doesn't chase me into the woods, and the camera flashes over the bloodbath. I'm disgusted. Four tributes are already dead. Not even fifteen minutes into these Games.

Peeta's first seen when he asks for entrance into the Career pack. I can't believe it, and I actually feel betrayed when he tells them that he knows where to find me. My grip on Peeta's hand loosens a little, and it doesn't go unnoticed.

"You were mad about my joining the Careers then, too. But I didn't really want them to find you." He whispers and tightens his grip on my hand. I'm confused, but he shakes his head and I keep quiet.

I'm seen again when the canons begin to sound. I count them before my face gets a worried look on it and I slump down to the ground. I'm confused as to why I did that. Shouldn't I be happy that I'm alive after the bloodbath? I close my eyes and try to remember. But nothing comes up and I get frustrated.

"I'd always wanted to ask you about that too. If you had a secret friend or something, that you were worried if they died. But I was by your side up until we entered the arena." Peeta says softly.

I open my eyes. "It's too bad I can't remember." I say barely above a whisper. He gives me a sad look.

"It's not your fault. Maybe one day you can remember at least some things." He says hopefully. I shake my head.

"It won't be the same. I want to remember everything. Not just some things. I don't want to just live by what people tell me. Or by what I watch." I say raising my voice.

"But maybe it's better if you don't remember everything." He says, his voice barely there. As soon as that sinks in, I stand and pull my hand away.

"Why? Is there something that you're hiding from me? I don't want to live by the happy little things that happened in my life, I need to know what I went through." I basically yell.

"But there are things from your past that you don't want to remember. Things from your past that constantly haunt you. And I don't want that." He says. I'm still fuming, but I understand what he means. I wrap my arms around myself.

"I don't care. I want to know everything that I can't remember. No matter how bad it is. I can watch these Games, but I still won't remember why I did what I did, I won't understand my actions. Right now, the only thing I understand is why I volunteered." I say exasperated.

"It's hard for me too, you know? What if the one person you loved more than anything didn't remember anything about you. Didn't remember why she ever loved you. And to top it all off, she took it upon herself to remove her own wedding ring." He says with tears in his eyes. My face heats up like before. He did notice.

"Well, I'm sorry. The one person I love most in this world is dead. And I don't feel married. The only people I love at the moment are my mother and maybe Gale." I say with an edge in my voice. His tears begin to spill.

"And you're probably just going to end up going with him or your mother. Forgetting about anything that happened after you turned sixteen. You know that neither Gale or your mother tried to contact you after the rebellion. They just left." He says, and I'm confused.

"You're lying. Maybe my mother, but not Gale. Why else would he have come back? He still and has always cared." I say, but he just shakes his head.

"Your mother wouldn't come back because she didn't want to be reminded of what happened to Prim. You and Gale had some sort of fallout in the Capitol and you refused to speak of him. All you told me was that 'it was all his fault'. He's using you Katniss. Taking advantage of your memory loss, just so he can take you away from me." He tells me as if I'm stupid.

"No," I say. "Stop it. I'm not yours. I wanted to give you a chance but you're messing with my head. Please stop." I say and feel my own tears fall down my cheeks. "I'll be with Gale if you need me." I add and walk out of my house.

My house! I stop in my tracks. I'm mad at Gale. I'm sure he'll still gladly accept me into his home, but I decide to kick Peeta out of my house. I need to watch these Games. I can do it on my own, too.

I stomp back in my house and point a finger to my door.

"Please leave. I just remembered that this is my house. I can watch these Games on my own," I tell him. "I'll ask you or maybe even Haymitch if I have any questions." I say bravely. His tears are gone, but he still seems hesitant to leave despite my outburst.

I look at him expectedly until he finally gets up. He makes his way over to me and stands before me. I hate to have to look up at him because of his height. He seems to contemplate something, and then embraces me in a tight hug. I stand my guard and don't hug him back.

"I'm not going to just let you walk out of my life like that. I hope you know that. You're much too important." Peeta whispers. "The tape for the Seventy-fifth Games is there too." He says before walking out.

I watch him leave and shut the door behind him.

I can't tell my feelings for Peeta Mellark yet. Sometimes I like him, but other times I despise him. I really don't want it to be like this, only I refuse to believe what he says about Gale. What he said about my mother is believable. Of course she'd walk out of my life again.

I return to find myself dodging fireballs. Now I'm really the Girl on Fire. I think while chuckling to myself.


The rest of the Games are confusing without Peeta. I hate to admit that I do need him to watch these Games. But they make my emotions go out of control. I went from feeling suspense, to crying, to being angry, back to crying, and then angry again. The end had me the most confused because Peeta and I were so sweet and loving. I seemed to care about him so much, that I refused to let him die.

But why? Guilt or love? I can't decide. But what I do at the end makes me lean towards love. When the Capitol doctors take him away from me, I scream and pound at the door hysterically as if they were trying to hurt him. And as much as I don't want to admit it, our love is unmistakable.

As soon as the tape is over I go upstairs and take a long bath before brushing my teeth and rebraiding my hair.

For some reason, I dread tomorrow and lay in bed awake for what seems like forever before exhaustion takes me over.


I'm sprinting as fast as I can, trying to get away from them. I can't let those things catch me. Not after I've seen what they're capable of. Not after they basically mauled Cato to death. I hear their growling and snarling before I see them, and I'm trying to sprint faster, but I can't. I'm already running as fast and hard as I can.

A blood curdling scream escapes my lips when one flings itself at me and claws at my feet. I stumble to the ground and scream again when I see that it's only a few feet away from me and I crawl away before realizing I'm being stupid and get up to start running again, only to run into one of the beasts.

I cower away in fear and they slowly corner me to a tree before finally attacking me. . .

My screams are the first thing I register when I wake up.

I'm drenched in my own sweat and I'm panting like anIt's animal. I run to my bathroom, but I don't see any bite or scratch marks over my body. I'm okay. I'm not in the Games. I survived those Games long ago. And I'm okay. I allow myself a small smile.

I can't bear the thought of sleeping again, so I decide to shower again because I feel sticky from sweat.


When I'm done showering and brushing my teeth, I check the time and see that it's almost five in the morning.

I feel really nervous. I keep on seeing the animals that terrorized me in my Games in every shadow. I feel as if they're everywhere and out of paranoia, turn on every light in my house.

I feel safe then, and decide to watch the third Quarter Quell.

Peeta told me that District 13 gave them this one because the Capitol didn't bother with the tapes of these Games. And it's because this is when the rebellion began.

Everything appears in the same order, and Peeta and I outshine the others again during the chariot ride. We get high training scores, making history as we both scored a 12, and I wonder what we did to earn those scores.

Peeta's interview blows me away as it did the previous Games when he announces that we are married and I am pregnant. I'm baffled at the information and begin to question everything.

How long have Peeta and I been married? Where is the supposed child? Did it die? The thought of my own child dying makes my heart ache with longing. . .

The Games go by quickly with 16 tributes dying the first two days, and like the last Games, this one sends me into an emotional roller coaster.

I cry when Peeta's heart stops, cry when Mags dies, laugh when Finnick and I joke around, cry when Finnick and I are tortured by the jabberjays, I even cry when Peeta explains why I should live instead of him. It's ridiculous. Something in my subconscious causes me to do all these things, and my heart feels a pang everytime I see Finnick. But I don't understand why. Maybe it's because I haven't seen or heard of him since I woke up.

The end leaves me disoriented because of the turn of events, I end up blowing up the arena before the tape abruptly ends.

I still have so many questions, and decide to go to Peeta's house even though it's eight in the morning. To my surprise, no one answers when I knock. I decide to just go back to my house and check back later, but before I close my door, Haymitch startles me as he appears out of no where.

"I need to talk to you, Sweetheart." He says, I scowl at the nickname but step aside so he can enter my home. He sits down on my couch and I sit across from him, waiting for what he has to say.

"Look, Katniss. I don't know if Peeta's told you about what happened to him after your last Games, but it's very serious." Haymitch says and I shake my head.

"Well, the Capitol captured him and two other Victors after you blew up the arena. Peeta and Johanna Mason were tortured for information on the rebellion. Peeta knew nothing, but Johanna had a lot of information. They still tortured Peeta to use him against you though, in hopes you would stop aiding the rebels." Haymitch tells me. I don't react, so he continues.

"The Capitol used his worst fears against him using Tracker Jacker venom. His love for you turned into fear and hatred. He tried to kill you the first time he saw you after we rescued him. You were heart broken. Now your roles are reversing, but in a much different way." Haymitch says.

"This time, Peeta's the one trying desperately to get you back instead of you trying to get him back. You loved him very much, and he learned to love you again too. But his torture left scars, and he has flashbacks from time to time. He had one yesterday night because he was afraid that you would leave him for Gale." Haymitch says in a soft tone.

"But how did the Capitol get him?" I ask, he chuckles at my question.

"You hated me when you found out that I didn't rescue him from the arena. But he was too far away, and we had to clear out quickly because President Snow was coming to get you all. We didn't have time to get Peeta and Johanna." His voice has gotten softer and he looks as if he's remembering something.

"Please don't give up on him yet. He's loved you since he was five years old. That's over twenty years. And you've loved him for over ten years."Haymitch pleads.

"I can't promise you anything. And I'm sorry for that. But I guess I can try." I say. His face looks relieved. "One question though." I say. Haymitch just raises his eyebrows so I take a deep breath before asking my question.

"What happened to my baby Peeta talked about during his interview with Caesar in the Quarter Quell?" I ask. Haymitch gives me the weirdest look before he sighs.

"Katniss, you were never pregnant. That was just something Peeta said to try and get the Games cancelled." Haymitch says tiredly.

"Oh." I say. I am about to ask him more when I hear my door open and a woman's voice rings out.

"Where you at brainless? Your mom and I have arrived! Maybe I can get Annie over here too." She says. Haymitch begins to laugh, but I'm confused. Who does she think she's calling brainless?


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