A/N: Okay, sorry it's so late! I had a bit of writers block and I was really in the mood of writing my other story, My Missing Puzzle Pieces (which you should go read cause I said so;)).

Anyway, what I'm going to do is shorter chapters but more frequently? They won't be that much shorter, just around 600-700 words? (My other ones were around 1000).

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games and the idea for this story belongs to 'Hotness-and-music'.

I ring Madge immediately – or at least, I think I do.

'Hello?' Peeta's voice answers the phone and I frown, confused. I take the phone from my ear and shake my head when I see the words in call with: Peeta Mellark on the screen.

'Hey, Peeta,' I grin, putting the phone back to my ear.

'You alright? Do you need my help? I'm not busy,' he burbles, 'In fact, I can-'

'Peeta,' I cut him off, 'I'm fine. Eve's fine. The doctor's fine – hell, we're all fine. I just got some news from the doctor – Eve's memory's back!'

I giggle as he cheers on the other end of the phone and then he hangs up. I frown at the screen but still giggle. It's almost midnight but I know it won't be possible for me to sleep so I just sit there, holding Eve's hand. If she were to wake up now she'd be scared out of her mind; me sitting here, smiling creepily and stroking her hair.

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About a half hour after the accidental phone call with Peeta, there's a knock on the hospital door. I'm certain that it wouldn't be the doctors so I'm hesitant to answer it, almost not answering it at all.

I wish I hadn't. Or, I hadn't tried to.

Just as I'm about to open it the door is thrown open, hitting the side of my face. I fall to the ground, clutching my cheek. I take a wary glance up and see Gale's large form towering over my small frame. I instinctively curl up in to a ball.

'Out. Now,' he growls.

'No,' I whimper, trying to stay strong but finding it impossible. His arms reach down and pull me up roughly, shoving me out the door.

I don't think he meant to do it. I think it was an accident.

But I can think what I want. I have plenty of time to.

Because as he pushes me out of Eve's hospital bedroom, I fall down the stairs.

I lie at the bottom, surrounded by blood – most likely my own – and slowly, my world, filled with excruciating pain, fades to black.

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My dreams during the time I am dead to the world aren't filled with clouds and golden gates and a hand reaching towards me from the heavens.

They're filled with dark woodlands filled with twisted trees and Gales.

So many Gales.

They're everywhere; behind the trees, in the trees, wielding guns, swords, bows and arrows. I'm tied to a tree, forced to watch them torture people I love.

They drag them in front of me, killing them mercilessly before throwing them down a pair of red steps in to the ever growing pile of bloody, dead bodies.

Mum, Prim, Madge, Eve, Oscar, Peeta… wait, why is Peeta there?

I guess I like him more than I think.

Except I can't.

I can't fall in love, because that leads to pain and destruction.

So, while my whole world is black and the dream of murderous Gales and mangled trees sits in the back of my mind, I come up with a plan.

To completely remove Peeta from my life.

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When I wake up from a dream filled with endless, black tunnels and lurking, revenge seeking Gales, I see nothing but a bright light and hear nothing but sobs, cries and gasps.

After a minute or so of squinting under the brightness of the light, my vision clears and my eyes dart from place to place.

I'm in a hospital bed of some kind. I'm not lying down, but I'm not properly sat up either – My head is propped up by a pile of pillows so I am able to look around the room.

Madge is sat next to me, clutching at my hand while Annie's clutching the other. They're both sobbing uncontrollably. Finnick is attempting to comfort Annie, and Prim is doing the same to Madge. My mother is sat at the back of the room, staring in to space. Next to her is Peeta. He's staring intently at me; I think he's the only one who realises I'm awake.

Time to put 'operation get Peeta out of my life' in to action.

A/N: Again, sorry it's so late – Writer's block:(