A/N So... Some Peetniss here. Hope you like! Here is Chapter 10!

I couldn't sleep tonight. No matter what I did, I could not sleep. I was too nervous for tomorrow, and even if I tried to sleep then I would have bad dreams. It was about 1:30 in the morning, and I decided to explore the penthouse. I stepped out of my room and wanted to go to the kitchen, maybe eat something, I wasn't sure. While I was walking I noticed a glass wall, and I think that Peeta was sitting there looking out at the Capitol. My head had a whole battle whether I should go over there and talk to him or just sneak back into my room. I thought for about five minutes and decided that I would go talk to him.

When I walked out, it was beautiful. It was the roof of the whole building, and there were gardens and pretty greenhouses. I loved it. There were a few benches near the edge of the roof, and Peeta was sitting there, his knees hugged to his chest. I took a deep breath and said,

"Couldn't sleep either?"

"No... well who could?" He asked.

"I don't know, but I couldn't. Every time I try to go to sleep the nightmares creep up on me again."

"Same. Portia told me about this place, isn't it beautiful?"

"I love it. I wish we could just sit here forever and talk. I never want to go into the Games, I just want to stay here and.." Oh my God. I was about to say stay here with you forever. That would be a total mistake. No. I guess I go too caught up in the conversation.

"Yeah, I don't either. But it's better than going back home. I hate it there. You have Prim to hold and comfort. I have nothing." What was he talking about? He lived in the town for crying out loud! What more could he possibly need?

"Are you sure? You're better off than me." I can not believe I just said that. I would never say any of this stuff, not even to Gale.

"Well at least you have a mother that loves you! My mom almost throws up in disgust every time she looks at me!" He yelled at me. I was kind of hurt, but I felt really bad. His mother was abusive, and I knew that as a fact. Then something out of the blue popped out of my mouth.

"Thanks for giving me the bread when I was starving," He looked confused, like he never even knew what I was talking about. Someone so selfless and nice shouldn't deserve a mean mother. I wish I could give him everything I had.

"What are you talking about?"

"Remember the day when I was looking in your trash cans for food, and then your mother shooed me away?"He looked like he knew what I was talking about and his face immediately softened. He touched my shoulder and I loved the feeling of his warmth, I wanted to stay in his arms forever.

"Katniss, you don't owe me anything, and I was happy that I did. My mom is a bad person, and my dad should of never married her. I am really sorry for this talk but oh well, at least we know each other better. Right?"

"Right." I mumbled. I can not believe we are having this talk.

"And I feel like I have some explaining to do, and why I am pissed at the whole star-crossed lover thing. Sorry if you got sad, but there is nothing wrong with you at all. I just have some.. bad experiences with my past relationships, and I swore that I would never date again. I feel like I am breaking that promise, if you know what I mean,"

" I know exactly what you mean, but I feel better. I was kind of worried." I admitted while looking to the ground. I felt so much better, but right now, I wanted to punch the girl that he dated in the face for hurting him. Why would she do that? And, I will admit, about 70% of that feeling to hit someone was about jealousy. I was pretty upset.

He chuckled, but then turned serious.

"Katniss, I don't want to be a piece in the Capitols Game. I want them to know who I am, and I want to die me. I don't want them to get to me, and I don't want them to get to you either. I hate this, but I think the last we can do for our last living month is die being ourselves."

I was... lost for words. Not because I loved him so much, but because every single word that he said I believed in, and I thought the exact same thing.

"Now, sorry for that, I didn't know what I was doing telling you. Um... It's getting cold out, and I think I might take another shot at trying to going to sleep."
He winked at me, said another goodbye, and left. I didn't really want to be here alone, so after about 10 minutes I went back to my room to try to go to sleep. The last thing I thought before I drifted off was that I was in love with Peeta Mellark more, if that was even possible.

I woke up this morning feeling sick to my stomach. I wondered how I could of even slept last night, but my uneasy sleep was filled with horrid nightmares of Prim dying, Peeta hurting me, saying that he is disgusted by me, and he will never love me. I also re-watched terrible viewing of my father dying, and I woke up screaming.

Today. was the day I went into the arena.

I wasn't sure why, but I felt weak, and scared. The scared part was normal of course, but still, I wasn't used to it. And with that, I burst into tears. I sobbed until I could cry no more, and I sobbed some more for about another thirty minutes. Why did the Capitol make us go into the Hunger Games? For President Snow's entertainment? I hate it, and I want to go run all the way back to District 12 and be safe with Gale and Prim. I want Peeta to come with me, and we can live our lives together. But none of my wants are granted, actually they turn out the opposite. I am unhappy with that, and I want to do is stay in bed all day eating lamb stew. Of course, I can't. I grunt and roll of my beautiful, comfortable bed. I won't take it for granted though, because the last few day of my life I would be sleeping on the floor.

I didn't want to say anything, but I was positive that I was not going to make it out of that arena alive. I mean, there is no way I would come out of the Games. Compared to Cato, Clove, and Thresh, I didn't stand a chance. I was going to die, and eventually, I hate to say it, but so will Peeta. That's why I must tell him right now that I love him.

I rethought out the idea, and I wasn't going to do it now, but maybe after breakfast. I know it was going to be embarrassing, but who cares? I will die by next month anyways. I checked the clock, and I had to get go get breakfast. I didn't have to change out of my pajamas, Cinna was going to bring my arena clothes thirty minutes after breakfast. With a big sigh, I shuffled over to have breakfast.

I sat in a soft yellow couch feeling sick to my stomach. I didn't want to eat, but I will eat as much as possible. Who knows what's going to come up ahead of us.

A/N Good? Bad? Some people were saying that my last chapter was rushed, and I don' think this chapter was too rushed.

Sarah :)

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