GOT. INTO. POTTERMORE. I'm ecstatic right now. Add me if you are too! HeartProphecy62

Ooh and thanks EStrunk and Daydreaming Viking Girl for pointing out a slight error...okay, guys, Jax is one year old! (Trust me, one-year-olds can have ATTITUDE. I have experienced this with my own cousin.) So if yall read the first chapter again, it says "one year" instead of "three months". Hooray! Thank you both very much!

I was missing one of my senses.

I flung myself around the room wildly; the white walls were bare and the carpet was old and rugged. Each of my other senses was tripled in intensity…the sound of tiptoeing banged on my eardrums. Each time my foot padded on the floor, it sent a horrifying pain up to my hip. I didn't know where I was going and with who.

Everyone had left me except…there was a silhouette near the other corner of the wall. I waved away the fog that was clouding my view and ran excitedly towards the one person who could make anything better…

…but instead, I stopped, disappointed.

"Katniss!" he cried, running to me and throwing his arms around me. I tried to give him a smile as he pulled back, and failed.

He looked concerned. "I have some bad news, Katniss," he told me quietly. I knew what was coming. I bit my lip and looked away, but Peeta wouldn't tell me.

"Come on," I urged him. "I need to hear it."

"Well…" he hesitated. I absolutely hated it when people hesitated in telling me anything, even bad news. There was only one person who could shamelessly blurt out all events, gruesome or not, only because he knew it would fill up a gaping hole in my head.

"Come on, Peeta," I said impatiently. "What is the matter?"

"Prim is dead," he burst out, and as I gave a loud cry I noticed that his face began to change. His facial features became contorted and his nose twitched and I screamed, backing into a corner and shutting my eyes. When I opened them again, my little sister was standing in front of me.

My baby sister.

"Prim!" I cried, running towards her. Instead of giving me that innocent smile I'd always loved, she gave me a cruel grin.

"So you still miss me, huh?" I was shocked. I slid back into my corner, afraid of what Prim was going to say. Was she angry with me…angry at me for being best friends with her killer?

"Did you always blame him? Did you always blame him for my death?" She cackled, getting closer and closer to me. Her breath smelled of fresh blood.

"Prim…Prim, what happened to you?"

The expression on her face turned a one-eighty in less than a second. Now all I saw was the grief I'd been used to seeing when our family was in poor condition.

"You thought it was his bomb," she told me, and I started walking to her again.

"It was his bomb," I confirmed, holding out my hand for her to take. "Come with me, Prim." I didn't know where I was going to take her.

She only shook her head sadly. "It wasn't his bomb, Katniss. It wasn't his bomb. His bomb was harmless…it was Beetee which added something to it, making it a death list of so many. You can't take me anywhere. I'm all in your head." I dropped my hand, surprised, and was about to reply when I saw she had something else to say.

"But since you believed it was his fault, I must punish him."

Slowly, a feeling of dread crept into my nerves.

"No," I started, "You can't kill him, Prim – "

"But I have to," she told me stubbornly. "He killed me…"

"But you just said – " I protested, and then stopped in horror as I saw him, tied up in ropes, hanging from the endlessly high ceiling of the white room. He was shouting at me from above and trying to free himself of the ropes, but where would he go? Would this be the last time I'd ever see his perfect face? An abyss below him opened slowly, and I started to panic and run at Prim.

"Gale, Gale!" I screamed. "Prim, don't kill him!"

But it was too late. One sharp look from Prim and the rope cut itself…

I screeched and jumped out of the bed. It took me a few moments to realize that I wasn't indeed in a claustrophobic white room but instead in a safe house with my loved ones.

I was shaking violently and could barely climb back into bed. Images of Gale flashed into my head, and I wiped away the tears that were trailing down my cheeks. Without thinking, I ran out the doors, down the hallway, and burst into Gale's room with a pathetic whimper. It was all I could do not to let out another sob of relief when I saw his peaceful figure on the bed, lost in deep sleep.

Unfortunately, my entrance had been a little too loud and he sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes and squinting at me.

"Katniss?"

I let out a deep, shuddering breath, using my utmost control to not cry again, but Gale had already realized that I was shaken like never before.

He slowly got down from bed and took cautious steps towards me. I looked him in the face, his messed up hair and worried look and rumpled clothes, and in moments he enveloped me in his arms. All the emotions came flowing out of me and I cried into his chest as he held me and stroked my hair and whispered soothing things into my ear.

When he tried pulling back, I only clenched his shirt harder, so he picked up my half-asleep figure and lowered me gently onto his bed. I shivered slightly, barely remembering the end of my dream, when I felt a comforting handing holding mine. I laced my fingers through his, grateful for the warmth, and fell into a dreamless sleep.

I was startled awake by a yell. I blinked, realizing that Gale and I were still holding hands. He'd fallen sleep leaning back against the wall sitting down, and hadn't stirred.

It felt horrible having to wake him up twice in a few hours, but I shook him as softly as I could and he groaned and stretched his back.

"Mornin' Catnip," he said, smiling cockily, and I couldn't help but smile back. Another yell brought me back to reality, and Gale and I jumped out of bed and went running to the kitchen.

"Annie?" I called. "Annie!"

Gale was already gone, looking in another room. I turned around to find him when I sighted Annie, hysterical, at the open front door.

She ran out and I followed her, rushing to her aid. Annie fell to her knees with a moan just as a van drove into the distance and I took her by the shoulders.

"Annie, what's wrong?" I asked urgently. "Who was that?"

"The damn mobmen," she sobbed, clutching her head in her hands. "And they took Jax."

102 reviews! You guys rock Gale's peacock! (Yes, I've been listening to Katy Perry.) (As in Gale Hawthorne's peacock, not mine. I don't have a peacock, in case yall were wondering.)

Am I safe to say that the real action starts next chapter? OH YES. A nice cliffhanger for my favorite readers. I'm so glad you guys have been hanging in there through these somewhat maybe boring chapters...so thank you so much!

One last thing...Galeniss is WAY better than Peeniss, if ya ever want that as an argument point against your Peetalover friends.

I PROMISE action next chapter. Promise promise promise. Pinky promise and cross my heart. Love, Gale