JUST A FARE WARNING I CRIED WHILE WRITING THIS CHAPTER. SO BE PREPARED!

A shiver runs through me and a move ever closer to Peeta. We sit snuggled together on the cave floor. Two days have passed since the feast and neither of us are in very good shape. Peeta's infection has cleared but he's in no condition to move on, and neither am I.

I mentally count who is left. Marvel Cato, Clove, Thresh, Katniss, Peeta, and me. Seven left. Six to die. The last few days have been dull. Everyone has been hiding out since the disasters of the feast. Who knows what the Gamemakers have in store for us. All we can do now is wait.

Waiting is agony. Peeta and I have run out of food and water again. Without it we won't last much longer.

The day drags on. We are silent. I hear a light rumble from somewhere far off. "What was that?" I whisper, sitting up at attention.

"I don't know," says Peeta, his voice quiet and eyes nervous.

The noise gets louder, and closer. The rocks on the roof of the cave begin to shake until they are inches from falling and crushing us.

"Come on!" Says Peeta, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the cave. Splashes of rain hit my face as we frantically run, hand in hand, away from the shaking. My ragged foot aches. It is still cut deeply from the mutt, but I keep moving. We find a clearing where nothing can fall on us and hold each other tightly. The ground shakes furiously as trees fall. I can hear screams from the distance. Who could it be? And then as quickly as it started the shaking stops.

Peeta lets out a sigh of relief. "What was that?" he asks, not letting go of me.

"The Gamemakers." I say. My voice is quiet and strained. He holds me tightly for a moment and then lets go.

"Let's go find some food." He turns around and it's like everything happens in slow motion. The birds squawk and fly away as someone comes barreling through the trees. For a moment it's as if the world stops moving. And them Marvel's spear pierces Peeta's stomach. I hurl a knife at him and turn around just in time to catch Peeta when he falls.

I lay him on the ground and pull the spear out of him. Frantically I look at the trees, but Marvel is gone.

"Laken," Peeta chokes out.

"No," I say as I kneel down next to him. No. No. No. No. No!" I push my hands against the wound in an effort to stop the bleeding.

"Laken," his voice is croaky. "It's hopeless."

"No!" I'm practically screaming now. "No! You're not going to die, okay? I won't let you!"

"Laken," he whispers, setting his hands on top of mine. I lay my head on his chest as the tears slip out of my eyes.

"Please don't leave me," I beg. "I need you, Peeta. Please." He laces his fingers in mine. "Stay with me," I whisper. I look back up at his face just in time to see him whisper one word.

"Win." And then the light leaves his eyes. His cannon booms.

"No!" I scream. I lay my forehead back down on his chest and let out a mixture of a scream and a sob. I cry harder than I ever have. My body shakes and my head pounds. I refuse to let go of him.

The hovercraft that comes to take Peeta away is almost inches from my head when I'm forced to move.

"No!" I scream again as they carry his body away. All I can do is watch as my best friend leaves me forever.

I sit huddled up on the ground as rain showers down on me. It could have been only minutes, maybe hours, even several days could have passed as I lay there and cried. Is it possible to drown in your own tears?

After I've cried every ounce of liquid out of my body I stand. For a moment all I feel is rage. And then one thing comes to mind: Marvel.

I break into a run, not quite sure where I'm going. All is know is that Marvel killed Peeta. My heart pounds in my ears with every step I take. I thunder past the trees towards the beach. Marvel is out on the shore.

"You killed him!" I scream hysterically. I sound insane. "You killed Peeta!" He doesn't get a chance to say anything because I pull out a knife and slit his throat. He falls immediately and all I can do is stare at what I've done. I can hear Cato and Clove running towards me. I turn and run away. Tears of rage and sorrow spill down my face.

"Laken wait!" I hear Cato call, but I keep moving as far away from his as possible. I scurry up a tree and huddle on a branch. I'm sure that Clove will come back to kill me. But after a long time of waiting I hear nothing.

So I sit there on the dark, cold rain and stare at my red hands. I'm not sure if it's Peeta's or Marvel's blood that stains them. All I know is without Peeta I have no reason to keep moving.

Super short, sorry. Didn't have a lot of time on this chapter. The next one will be longer I promise!