Fall

And I will fall for you,

And I will fall for you,

And if I fall for you

would you fall too?


Katniss's Pov

Devastated, I watch the ruins of District 8. Capitol had bombed them twice now; there was no survivors. The hospital had ben their target, but they had maneged to destroy everything in here. Exept me, Boggs, Gale, my bodyguards and the camera crew. Everything we had done, tried to save the citizens of District 8, and we had failed. Haymitch was here to pick us with the hovercarft, we had shoot a propo just minute ago, and my head was spinning.

"If we burn, you burn with us!" the words, that could easily be Peeta's if they weren't so full of hate, rang in my head all over again.

"Haymitch is here", Gale landedn his palm on my shoulder, and I took a firm grip on it and squeezed. He seemed to be a bit taken aback with my gesture, but he pulled me in a tight hug soon. I let the tears fall; so many innocent lives, wasted, mostly because of me. Who am I kidding? It was all my fault. I cried against Gale's chest, and he tried to calm me down, shooting me with his kind words.

"Now we really have to go", Boggs came behind us, and I let go of Gale. I offered him a brave smile, non-verbally thanking him for everything he has done me. He easily smiled back at me. We were pulled into the hovercraft, and we flought back to the District 13.

The trip from 8 to 13 wasn't long; about two hours. I immediately went to my room; I mean mine and Cato's. I silently made a wish in my head that he wasn't there, but of course he had to be there, sharpening his sword. He sat in the middle of the bed, there was no room for me.

"Move your ass, I need sleep", I said tiredly. He gave me an annoyed look, and moved to the floor to sharpen his so dear sword. It made a huge noise, he made sure that I wouldn't get the sleep I desperately needed.

"Mind of going somewhere else to do that? Kind of disturbing", I snapped at him.

"Well sorry", he mumbled and left without another word, not that I needed anything else from him. I burried my head deep into the pillow, leeting sleep get me.

The ruins of District 12. I looked at the, similar expression to how I looked at District 8. Tears fell down my cheekbones, and I couldn't find the strenght to wipe them off.

"See what you've done?" I heard accusatory tone coming from someone behind me. I couldn't move, I didn't know who it was. The mystery man walked in front of me, and I saw Peeta Mellark; the only boy I kight have cared about, exept maybe Gale. His usually o calm and loving eyes were full of hate, he was looking at me the way I never believed he would. I tried to say something, anything explain to him that it's not my fault. I couldn't. Maybe because it was my fault. My actions in the arena could be understood as spreading the rebellion. Maybe somewhere in the back of my crazy and twisted mind, I wanted to spread rebellion; make people turn against Capitol. So they would fight.

"It's all your fault", he repeated my thoughts, like he could read them and make them more real by saying them out loud. Like he would want me to suffer for something I couldn't help anymore. What's done is done. I can't change the past, even though I that's all I wanted.

"My family, Madge's family, so many others are gone now. They're here with me, but you withheld their chances in life" he said. His words burned, like he would puor salt to my scars.

"If I could do anything differently, you all would be here ith me", I whispered, and more tears fell down my face. I couldn't hold them back.

"I never left", his last words stayed floting in the air, as I felt myself being awoken.

"Don't leave me!" I yelled to the dark shadow who walekd slowly farther and farther away from me.


Tell me what you want to hear
Something that'll light those ears
I'm sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away

This time
Don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away


Cato's Pov

After Katniss threw me out of our room, I went training. I was there, what two hours? Before going back to our room. I quietly opened the door, finding Katniss crying and screaming.

"Peeta! Don't leave me!" she cried, and I thought the right thing to do now, was shaking her awake. I shook her by her arm, and eventually she opened her eyes, which were red from the crying. She swallowed hard, and wiped her tears off of her cheeks.

"When did you come back", she asked weak from the crying.

"Just now", I tried to smile, but I doupt I managed to do it. She slowly made her way to the bathroom to wash her face. I heard the water running, and her splashing it all over her flawless face. I heard her leting out couple more cries, and then falling to the floor. I rushed to the bathroom, only to find her there on her back, hands on her face trying to breath.

"Katniss", I shook her by her arm, but she slapped my hand away. Even when you're crying and broken, you find the energy to be stubborn, I thought in my mind, and lift her up. I held her bridal style, and carried her to the infarmary. She didn't say anything, not until I set her down to the hospital bed. Her mother rushed to us, along with her little sister, Prim if I remember correctly.

"What happened", the small copy of her mother asked, her voice weak and dry. I shook my head.

"I have no idea. She was having some sort of nightmare, and I woke her up. She was crying, and she went to the bathroom to wash her face. Then I heard her falling down, so I carried her here", I said, dumbfounded. I had no idea what should I do, or should I do anything. It's not like it was any of my business, I didn't even care. Good one, yes you do idiot, just admit it to yourself!" some little and annoying in my head said. That little thing was called feelings, other than hate or despise. It was the feelings that made you weak, so I've been taught.

Katniss's mother measured her feaver, and looked at her barely conscious daughter.

"She has a high feaver. She must stay here", she said and tols us that she was going to get Katniss some water.


I had been in the infarmary a really long time, making sure Katniss was okay. Nurses could do that, they told me to go to sleep, but I stayed. I saw her opening her eyes, once again. She could barely see through her narrowed eyes. She was pale, and her skin was on fire.

"Wh-where am I", she said so quietly, that I almost couldn't here her. I told her that she was in infarmary, and that she had a high feaver. She barely nodded, and closed her grey eyes once again. She swallowed hard, before speaking again.

"You brought me here?" she asked, little bit louder, and her voice didn't shake as she spoke.

"Yes", I said. I gently moved a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear, and she managed to smile a little when my finger lightly touched her smooth, red cheek.

"Thank you", she said, making me smile. I got up, making my way tothe door, so I could go to our room to finally sleep. I felt her taking my hand on a firm grip. Well, as firm as she could manage then. I turned around, she was barely awake, but still holding my hand, trying to put the words together. I bent down, so I could hear her light words.

"Don't go. Stay", she managed to say.

So I did.


Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything there for you to see.
For you to see
For you to see

A/N: Well that took long enough! I think this is one of the longest times I have not updated! Oh my god, how horrible! Still try to review, follow and favourite, love you all!