Hey thanks for waiting an extra week for an update. I'm finding it hard for me to write and update both stories with all of my school work, so I will most likely update less often. Sorry :(

"Why does everyone care so much about me? I'm just a lost cause."

I spin on my heels and run down the hallway. My vision is becoming hazier every step I take. I just need to get away. I just need to get away.

My foot slips on the smooth surface of the hardwood flooring and I crash to the floor. My hair is draped over my face as I sob into my hands. I'm a mess.

A hand softly touches my arm. "Baby," Katniss whispers soothingly into my ear, "You're not a lost cause."

"I am. I am," I mumble into my hair.

Suddenly from down the hall, Cato bellows, "Release the beast!" I hear a door fly open and the skittering of claws on the floor. The noise becomes increasingly closer until Katniss and I are pummeled by Delilah at full speed. She attacks us with slobbery kisses and pounces at our feet.

"Cato!" Katniss yells and pushes Delilah away from her face. "What the hell?" Warm arms push under my body and lift me off the floor. "Put her down Cato."

"Whatever you say Mom," Cato mocks. I try to hide my giggle and small grin. "I heard that."

Cato sets me down on the right end of the couch and covers me in a warm blanket. He sits by my feet and stretches his arm behind his head. I watch as his muscles flex and bulge with every motion he takes under his tight shirt.

"Clove, stop staring," Katniss scolds and sits on the sofa chair in the corner. I feel heat rush to my cheeks and I send a glare Katniss' way. Cato doubles over in laughter and struggles to catch his breath.

"I wasn't staring!" I take a grab the throw pillow next to me that peacefully decorated the sofa and chuck it at her head.

Katniss dodges the pillow and throws her hands up in defeat. "Whatever you say, Clove." Delilah jumps onto the couch and paws at my feet.

I pet her silky fur. She lies on my legs and barks happily. "No, off," I groan.

Cato pats his thighs and whistles. "Come here girl." Delilah perks her ears up and leaps onto Cato's lap. She stares his down and barks loudly in his face before curling up on the left side of his body.

I drag the blanket up to my neck and close my eyes. It isn't long before I drift off to sleep.

My feet pound against the forest floor and my heart thuds loudly in my chest waiting to burst out. I turn my head around quickly to make sure he isn't following me, but he is. I know it. I zip between the Redwood trees and hurdle over moss-covered rocks in order to escape. My converse shoe catches on a tree root and forces me to crash to the ground with a thud. Maniacal laughter erupts from above me. I open my eyes only to see Gale clutching a knife above my face and plunging it down towards me.

I wake with a start and shoot upright. My breathing slows and I check the time on the clock. 12:30 AM. I scan the room and see Katniss collapsed and snoring in the sofa chair. My eyes settle on the figure of Cato a few feet away from me. His body is sprawled out and face down with one hand dangling off the couch.

I need to be alone. Maybe if I'm really quiet, I can get upstairs to my room. I slip silently off the couch and stand up without making a noise. I begin to sneak past Cato when something wraps around my calf. I gasp and stare down at my calf which is in the grasp of Cato's once dangling arm.

"Did you really think I would be asleep?" I nod and cover my mouth. "Who can sleep when someone is snoring like that?" He makes a large arm gesture to Katniss. "Where are you going?" Cato raises himself into a sitting position and runs a hand through his hair.

"To my bed." I walk past him and jump up the stairs towards my slightly pushed open door. I hop onto my bed and snuggle under the covers.

Cato bursts through the door dragging blankets behind him and sets them beside my bed on the floor.

"What are you doing?" I complain and throw my head into the pillow.

"Well, I need to watch over you." Cato crawls under the thin blanket he laid out on my floor. He looks up at me and smiles.

"Come on, don't sleep on the floor."

Cato shrugs and winks. "Well if you insist." He pushes off the floor and leaps on top of me.

"Cato!" I struggle beneath his weight. "I didn't mean on me." Cato rolls off me and laughs quietly.

Cato tucks the blanket close up to my neck and pats my head. "I'm fine on the floor." He softly brushes his lips against my forehead before lying next to my bed, curled up on the floor.

"Thank you," I whisper down to him.

"You're welcome."

My eyes shoot open at the sound of yelling. Not playful, joking yelling, but vicious, fight yelling.

I throw the covers off me in a swift motion and look down. The blankets were gone and my door is ajar with light seeping in. I take tiny steps toward the opening and peek my head out slightly.

My eyes go wide in shock. It's Cato and Finnick shouting at each other. Cato looks as if he's about to throw a punch. Before I can think my plan over, I bolt down the stairs and scream, "Stop it!"

Finnick and Cato both stop and watch me sprint down the steps. "Stay out of this Clove," Finn commands before turning back to Cato.

"No, I'm not going to 'Stay out of it.'" I push his arm slightly and stand my ground. "What is even going on?"

"Well," Cato speaks, "He was just telling me how I should leave you alone and Katniss shouldn't have let me stay."

Finnick balls his fists at his sides and glares at Cato. "It's true."

"But, if it wasn't for me, Clove would most likely be in the hospital," Cato spits. Finnick's expression drops and his face goes pale as if he saw a ghost.

"Clove," he whispers hoarsely, "What does he mean?" He turns to me and stares at me softly with his hurt-filled eyes.

"Did you not tell him?" I shake my head and stare at the floor. "I'll just leave you two alone." I hear Cato's footsteps fade away down the hall.

"Clove," Finn whispers, "Tell me." He grabs my hand and leads me to the couch. I sit down next to him and hold back the stinging tears that are welling up in my eyes.

"I'm sorry." Barely any sound comes out of me as I hold out my wrist. Finn studies it and kisses it gently. "Cato found me before I suffered from blood loss." Finnick rubs his temples and sighs. "I'm so sorry," I choke. Tears flow down my face and I hide my head in my hands.

I feel his warm hand rub my back and pull me into his chest. "Are you okay now?" I lift my head off his tear-stained t-shirt and stare out at the wall.

I never really thought about it until now. Am I okay? Do I still hate myself? Is it over? "I don't know," I whisper and stare into the space in front of me.

Finnick stands up from the couch and crouches in front of me. "I'm going to make you lunch okay? Shout if you need me." He pats my back and wanders into the kitchen.

The question bounces off the inside of my brain over and over again. Am I okay?

No. I'm not okay. People don't understand what I'm going through. They don't understand my pain. But people will understand. If I'm dead.

I manage to pull myself off the couch to the stairs. This is the last time I will walk on these stairs. I take each step slowly and silently. I walk into the bathroom and notice the floor. Clean. Spotless. I rummage through the cabinets furiously as tears well up in my eyes. I grab a bottle of Aspirin and clutch it in my shaking hand.

My hand reaches for the lid and unscrews it. They don't understand. I throw the lid across the room and dump some of the bottles contents onto my sweaty palm. They will understand soon. I raise my palm in front of my face and stare. Soon.

Finnick POV:

I grab a Campbell's Soup can from the cabinet and pour the liquidy chicken noodle soup into a pan. Even though I'm here, my mind is far away. All I think of is Clove. She's so strong. What happened?

I worry too much. I bet she will be fine. Cato sets down the newspaper and looks over at me. "So am I forgiven for coming into the house and saving Clove?" God he's so cocky. I don't get what girls see in him. Oh yea, they think he's "hot."

"Yes, fine." I sigh and stir the soup around in the pot. I push the chicken from side to side and yell to Clove, "Only a few more minutes. Do you want bread?" Silence. Silence is never good when it comes to Clove.

I drop the spoon and run to the doorway looking into the living room. Empty. Clove's gone. "Shit." I sprint for the staircase and fumble my way up. Cato catches up behind me and runs to her room. I head straight down the hall where I know she goes when she wants to be alone, the bathroom.

I kick open the door and see Clove slouched against the counter raising her palm filled with pills shakily to her dry lips. My body lunges forward and knocks the pills out of her hand and into the sink. I wrap my arms around her body and hug her tight. I almost lost my best friend.

Clove POV:

Finn lift's me up and carries me down the hallway to my room. My arms are bound tight around his neck and my head is resting on his shoulder. He sets me down on the bed and sits on the edge stroking my hair.

"I want it all to be over," I whisper. Tears threaten to fall down my cheeks as I stare at the wall.

Finnick nods in agreement. "Don't we all?" I look over at him and he strokes my face. "Sometimes things don't seem to go our way and we think our lives are pointless, but if we die, we won't know what would happen in our lives." Finn smiles at me weakly. "Don't leave, Clove."

The tears break free and roll down my face. Finn leans over me and lightly kisses my forehead. "Get some rest."

"But I just woke up."

"You need a nap, sweetie." He pushes himself off my bed and walks out of my room, slightly closing the door.

"Hey, how is she?" Cato whispers outside my room.

"I don't know, but she tried swallowing pills," Finn replies in a hushed voice.

My bedroom door swings open and hits the wall with a smash. "Fuck, Clove, what are we going to do with you?" Cato storms over to my bedside.

"Cato," Finn warns. He stands leaned up against the door frame with his arms crossed across his body.

Cato drags a chair over from my desk and places it next to my bed. "I'm not leaving you because you're going to do something stupid again." I roll my eyes and groan loudly. "I'm serious, Clove. I'm not leaving you."

"Cato, leave." Finnick points to the open door and huffs in annoyance. "She doesn't want you here." Cato looks over at me and pouts.

"Sorry, I can't sleep with people watching me." I swing my legs out from under my covers and walk to my dresser. I pull out pajama shorts and a tank top before walking back to my bed. "Can you guys leave so I can change and sleep?"

Finn and Cato share a glance at each other before leaving the room and closing the door. Finally, peace and quiet. I slip into my shorts and tank top before jumping onto my bed and falling asleep wrapped in my covers.

Thanks so much for all the love I get from you all about my fanfic. It means so much to me! I know I say this like every chapter, but it's true.

So I wanted to know, for future reference, what kind of couple do you want in the next story I write (which will be in a while). BUT IF SOMEONE SUGGESTS GLATO OR GALENISS I WILL PUT WEEPING ANGELS IN YOUR CLOSET WHILE YOU SLEEP.