A/N Whenever I read fanfics, I always hate cliffhangers. I'm like, "NOOOO DON'T STOP THERE!" And look at me now, with ANOTHER cliffhanger. And this chapter is in Peeta's POV. SO...What do you think happened to Katniss? I personally feel bad for Katniss. I have a lot for her to endure in this story. Thanks for reviewing! I'll update sooner, if I get a lot of reviews...

Peeta

I stand there, gasping, trying to get air in my lungs. I try to calm myself down, telling myself there is no Capitol. Not anymore. That was what the whole war was about. There cannot be a Capitol! But then, my raging thoughts turn dark. What if the Capitol still has allies? What if Gale wasn't the one that took Katniss, and it was the Capitol? BUT IT CAN'T BE! She has to be safe! She has gone through things that make people insane, and she has survived. The war is over! She's gone through so many deaths, barely holding on to her sanity. There is no Capitol.

But...Who was that lady, Dementia? She faded away into the mist, when my emotions took over me. My heart drums into my ears, and flashbacks take over me. I see myself being eaten by mutts next to the Cornucopia. I see an arrow pierce my chest, and Katniss laughing in the distance. Several flashbacks shake my mind, and I lie down on the grass, trying to get my thoughts straight. But the flashbacks take over. I can't stop it.

I am held in a cold cell. The air is dense, and I am held in shackles to the wall. I lower my head to see my clothes in tatters. But then they come toward me. Two dark men come toward me, and take off the shackles. I no longer fight. I have no more energy.

The men tie me to a freezing metal table. I know what they are going to do to me. It's always the same. One of the men injects a needle with bright green liquid into my arm. The liquid creates terrible visions. And all of them include Katniss. I start to scream, the visions are too much to handle. I feel a warm hand on my shoulder. I turn around to see gray eyes. Just like Katniss.

I realize I'm no longer in the flashback. The warm hand on my shoulder is Haymitch. I look into his questioning, concerned eyes. I just close my eyes and whisper, "I was having flashbacks." He understands, and nods his head. He starts to walk away, but I grab his arm before he can.

"Something happened. I need to talk to you, away from here," I say. His eyes wander to the forest, and I pick myself up from the ground, and walk towards the woods with him.

He surprisingly stays quiet. Normally, he would be passed out from drinking, but right now he seems sober enough. We walk to the edge of the forest, and I say, "I went on the roof, when I woke up, and I saw someone. That someone was an old lady named Dementia. I saw her staring up at me on the roof. I came down from the roof to ask her who she is, and she pointed her finger towards me, accusingly." The memory of Dementia comes back to me as if it is happening now. "She said I was to pay for the fall of the Capitol," I say slowly, trying to process it still.

"Do you remember anything else about this...Dementia?" He asks, and I know he's trying to stay calm. My mind goes back, and I remember the details.

"She was very old. Her back is hunched over, but she oddly seems strong too. Not that fragile. She has white hair, and emerald green eyes. Do you remember how Katniss hates roses because of President Snow?" Haymitch nods, and his eyes look around shockingly. No one mentions President Snow around here in district twelve. It's already hard enough trying to escape the past with all the ashes here from the bombs.

"Well...Dementia had a red rose woven into her hair. The stench was strong, and it reminded me of the time Katniss and I with the rest of the team were in the Capitol sewers with the mutts. The exact same smell. Katniss would choke or cry whenever she smelled it. And the color of the rose was blood red. If there is a Capitol...there symbol would be the rose."

Haymitch is silent. He looks down to his feet and then he looks up to me incredulously. "You really believe there's a Capitol?"

"I HAVE TO! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO THINK? KATNISS ISN'T HERE, AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK!" I explode, and look up at him defiantly. I usually am in control, but I lose it. I turn around and dart back to the house in one fluid motion. I get into the kitchen, and I lash out. Pots, pans, utensils, and things go flying everywhere. I see one of Haymitch's liquor bottles, and I grab it, and dunk it in my throat as fast as I can. The liquid is like fire, and it makes my mind turn into a fuzzy state, but I still drink it. Then, a rough hand grabs my wrist and throws my body against the wall. I lift my head up groggily, wondering why Haymitch is being so rough. "What the hell Haymitch!" But instead of seeing gray Seam eyes, I see cold emerald green eyes.

The mysterious person has the same color eyes as Dementia. The man has black hair, and pale skin. He seems cruel, and immediately reminds me of President Snow. His breath smells of blood and roses. My head is too groggy to process another man is here, and not Haymitch.

"Sweet dreams," he whispers, and his arm lifts up, as if he's going to hit me. But, then I see the needle with dark purple fluids being injected in my arm.

My eyes close, and instead of having sweet dreams, I have dark nightmares.

Nightmares filled with roses and blood.