Authors Note: sorry for not posting last week but some problems came up and I had to take care of them. But as I did say I am still uploading every Tuesday, it might change depending if I have time to write it on time. But anyway hopefully you enjoy this chapter and the others that will come.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Hunger Games character or book, all the credit goes to Suzanne Collins

The slight nudge to the right side of my shoulder jolts me awake. I spring my eyes open only to shut them seconds later. The morning light breaking its way through the gashed curtains, illuminating the oak wooden room which I was settled in. I glance to my right as my irises compose to the bright mess of the sheets. I squint a little as I recognise the bright happy yellow muddled in between the covers. I smile a little as I close my eyes. I had finally found my sister, safe, alive and okay.

'Wait… no she is not okay' I open my eyes wide as I sit up on the bed, tugging the sheets with me uncovering Prim in one swift move. I wince a little as I look back at her small figure. Her chest rising and falling slowly as she casually hitches to catch her breath, causing my heart to crumble at every movement.

I quietly grab the white sheets with my fingers and I slide the cover on top of her, she slowly cocoons herself into it and relaxes on her pillow. 'She looks so peaceful, so unnerved, and so… happy?' I think as slowly turn and slide of the bed. My bare feet hit the cold sore floor as I quietly tip-toe around the huge bed.

I reach over to Prims side of the bed and I kneel down on the wooden floor in front of her. Her slow breaths blowing through her nose as she clutches her pillow just underneath her fragile head. I stop for a second as I watch her in worry, wondering about how such a small fragile figure like Prim should face such cruelties in this world. My sleepy eyes scan over her lazily, the sudden hitch of breath sends a shiver down my spine as I launch my hand on top of Prims soft chubby cheeks. I trace my thumb along her cheek as I stare at her in panic.

'Come on Prim don't do this, please- breathe…' I beg as I watch her chest rise abruptly as she tries to re-fill her lungs.

After what seemed like hours she slowly relaxes and pushes her head deeper into the pillow, causing a single long strand of blonde to fall on top of her face. I move my right hand towards her face and I gently move the single strand back with my finger behind her ear. The sides of my lips turn down.

"I'm so sorry Prim" I whisper towards her in her deep sleep.

I slightly lean forward and I place a light kiss on top of her forehead, and I stand back up. I scan the floor for my socks and I spot them thrown and abandoned in the corner of the bright room. I walk towards it, the side of my lip turns up slightly, 'at least the throbbing pain from my thigh has gone'.

It was as if I had jinxed myself at that moment, I slightly cruckle causing the light throbbing to run back up my thigh. I roll my eyes, not quite as bad as before but nothing that I can't handle.

I pick up my black socks and I slide them on my feet. I look to my left and I see my all too familiar brown leather boots rested near the front of the bed. I slightly limp towards them and I quickly slide them on.

Now ready I walk towards the scratched door, I softly place my hand on the freezing door knob and I take a quick glance back. Smiling a little, I gently turn the door knob to not wake Prim and I walk down the staircase.

The cold air hits me like a punch to the face, but then again if I think about it, it more like a refreshing punch to the face. I take a long deep breath, Prim had caused me so much worry that I had forgotten to stop and breathe. The air was fresh but cold freezing my nostrils as I breathed.

I shut the cold door behind me, causing a long tired echo to run through the lonely woods. A shiver runs through my body, and I tighten the brown leather coat around myself for warmth. 'It had definitely gotten colder through these past few days' I think as I focus my eyes up. I understood why it is getting colder, but I just find it quite weird how fast the temperature has dropped, I'm pretty sure that were not in the winter season yet.

As my eyes scan the camp I notice the dried mud deserted and scattered along the path, followed by a bunch of empty water bottles and ripped old papers. I look to my right and I notice a slim figure hunched over the rusting barrels. A brown bottle resting beside him and one in his hand, I scoff in annoyance, 'there's literally no end for the old man' I think in disbelief as I pad towards him.

I throw my hands into my pockets as I stand behind him, I hear him mutter some incoherent words to himself as he takes another swig of his beer which he quickly spits out as soon as his eyes trace onto me.

"Jesus Christ! Don't sneak up on an old man like that!"

I slightly grin as I watch the liquor hit the ground, "morning to you to" I say as I rest my elbows on top of the rusty brown barrels. He looks at me and huffs a little.

"Up so early, sweetheart?" He asks in disinterest.

I yawn wide, "don't call me that" I scorn as I stretch my arms forward. He raises his brow and gives me that annoying loop-sided grin.

He then shrugs and bends down to pick up another unfortunate bottle of beer, I shake my head, irritated by his obvious movement.

"So who runs this place again?"

He looks at me with those two grey miserable eyes, "Gale" he simply states and drinks up.

I crease my brows a little as he rests on the barrels, "how long?" I push.

"How long what?"

I roll my eyes, "How long have you guys stayed here"

"A couple of days, why?"

I nod my head as I sigh, "Just asking, I mean you guys seem to be pretty laid back around this area"

He chuckles a little nearly choking on his drink, I raise my eyebrow, "What's so funny?"

"Nothing you're just so… serious" he says as he holds his hands up in surrender.

I feel anger gush through my veins as I give him my biggest scowl, 'did he really just say that?' I think as I tense up a little and tighten my fists.

"Well I mean… If you could for once come back to the real world, instead of drinking that crap all day… I think you'd realise what we're facing here!" I spit my words out in disgust while gesturing towards the bottle lying comfortably in his grey hand.

I watch as his eyes turn a shade darker but then relax seconds later, "listen here you little shit, you don't question me about my little 'drinking problem'" he emphases with his fingers , "and I won't question you about your little love problem with baker boy"

'What the hell is he on about… little love problem… wait, oh' my eyes widen and I quickly try to mask my emotion with a scowl, 'Peeta? How does he know about Peeta, does he know where he is?' I think as I take in a deep breath and give him a death glare.

"I don't know what you're talking about" I say as I cross my hands over my chest.

"OH please don't play pissy with me sweetheart" he states as he takes another swig of his beer.

"I don't love anyone" I state as I hear Haymitch chuckle once more, I look towards him in frustration, as he places his drink on the barrel and folds his arms just like mine and faces me.

"Tsk… you keep telling yourself that" he mutters.

I turn to face him as my eye begins to twitch, "and what the hell is that supposed to mean?" I spit out at him.

He creases his very hairy grey brows, "that boy had an eye on you since day one"

'He has got to be kidding me right?' I shake my head as I drop my hands and lean forward on the barrels.

"Where's Effie?" I ask quickly through gritted teeth, changing the subject.

He stares at me for a second as if to find something, but soon gives up and simply shrugs and grabs hold of his drink again, "Who knows… last time I saw her she was still in the classroom moaning about the dust patch on her shoe" he says as he gestures toward his feet.

I give him a slight nod but cannot help the butterflies had twisted inside my stomach, I inhale sharply the temptation to ask about Peeta rising, but I shut it down almost immediately.

A couple of minutes pass by as I fiddle with the side of the loose metal from the barrel, the tension thick between me and Haymitch.

"Soo… does anybody guard this place?" I ask.

"Gale and Finnick, then you have Betee working with the new technologies of this place" Haymitch states as he looks forward into the dense green forest.

"Hmm" I mumble as I look down.

"How did you find this area anyway?" I ask out of curiosity that causes Haymitch to look my way and grin slightly.

"That… is actually a pretty funny story" he chuckles to himself as he faces me and leans on the barrel, I raise my eye brow at him and I nod a little to encourage him.

"Well basically I was-"

"Morning"

I look to my right to see Gale stand there, his dark brown hair messy with his hands in his pockets, I roll my eyes a little and look toward Haymitch. He on the other hand waves a little, "Oh joy, care to join us on this very beautiful day"

I nod to Gale as he stands beside me and coughs a little, "sleep well?" I hear him mumble.

Ignoring him I look around the area that I am currently stood in, the sudden tug on my coat springs me back into reality, "what?" I blurt out to no one in specific.

I hear another groan from Haymitch as I look towards Gale, his grey eyes boring straight into mine. I take a huge gulp.

"I asked if you slept well." Gale repeats again as he pursed his lips and widened his sleepy grey eyes.

"Umm yeah thanks" I mumble under my breath.

"Good" he smiles a little, 'why is he so nice all of a sudden?' I think as I move back a little, not trusting him near me.

"Soo… what are you guys doing so earl-"

"Does anyone want breakfast?"

I look to my right and I am met with Prims blue eyes, she grins a little as she leans on one leg and stares in awe at the three of us. She's wearing a light orange jumper and dark skinny jeans.

Without another thought I walk up to her, "did you take your medication?" I ask in concern.

She rolls her pretty blue eyes a little, "I wouldn't really class that as medication but yes I took one tablet" she says as she smiles.

I smile back as she picks my hand up and laces her fingers through mine, her fingers were freezing. She leads me a couple of steps forwards into a small area where Finnick and Annie are sitting on some wooden chairs, near a small brown table. They wave towards me, "hey Katniss, I heard about that coat of yours, no worries Annie will take care of that for you… won't you honey" he bubbles up as he gives Annie a huge sloppy kiss on her forehead.

She smiles widely as she looks back at me, "sure, whatever you need"

I watch as she lightly kisses Finnick back with just as much passion, and he wraps her in a tight side huge giving some space for the baby, "I appreciate it but it's alright" I say as I sit down, Finnick shakes his head, "Absolutely not, getting colder and I highly doubt that a ripped coat will help in that"

I nod a little, 'he's got a point' I think as Prim sits beside me and lifts a white cloth to her mouth. I look at her and I frown a little.

"Prim I said that I don't care… remember" I state as I drag the cloth down from her face but she fights me and lifts it over her mouth again.

"I do"

I sigh lightly, as I train my eyes on the silent brown forest a couple of metres away from us behind the green fence.

"So… are you okay?" I ask her, nudging her shoulder slightly.

She chuckles a little, "yeah it's getting a little cold though"

I smile a little, "yeah, well we are about three months away from winter so that's kind of understandable, here have this" I shrug off my coat and I wrap it around her.

"Aren't you going to be cold?"

I shake my head, "I'll be fine, and from what I've heard you should be in bed anyway" I say as I point towards her bedroom window.

She quickly shakes her head, "no… I just want to- to forget about you know what… and being there by myself is not very healthy, plus I get to spend more time with you"

I smile a little as I rub her shoulder to warm her up.

A couple of minutes pass by as the temperature drops a couple degrees. I observe the area as Prim rests her head on my shoulder.

"I wonder how that bakery is doing" Prim speaks up to nobody in particular.

My body however, shudders at the simple mention of a 'bakery'. The image of Peeta's face flashes in front of my eyes almost immediately causing my heart to race and my body to tense. His shining oceanic blue eyes staring fondly into mine as he cups my chin lightly, his hot breath blowing away the small strings of hair in front of my eyes. I take a small gulp as he slowly begins to lean forwards, the sweat from his forehead making its way down his temple, down his shirt.

'Oh how I wish this was real…'

'Wait, what?' I think as I shake my head in disbelief, 'what the hell what that all about?' I question myself.

"Katniss?"

I look down to my left only to see Prim staring at me in confusion, her hand lifts on top of mine as her eyes furrow in concern.

"Umm… yeah" I choke out.

"Are you okay?" she asks.

'No of course not, I had just thought of Peeta in a very inappropriate way, and I'm not sure whether I had loved it… or liked it' I think as I panic.

"Yeah I'm fine, why" nailed it.

She stares at me for a couple of minutes, "you just kind of zoned out when I mentioned the bakery, do you know someone who worked there or something?" she asks wearily.

I take another huge gulp as I straighten my back, "no, no I didn't even know that there was a bakery" I steady my voice.

She raises her brow at me as if not believing in what I said, and then shrugs, "well there was this boy called Peeta, I mean he was great… used to give me free cupcakes every two weeks" she says as she grins guiltily.

My head turns foggy as I stare at her, 'she knows him?'

"So that's where the cupcakes came from" I say through a clenched throat.

She grins a little more and looks down, "yeah…" I watch her as my eyebrow rises.

"I mean I thought that you would've known him, he used to make you the 'special' cupcake" she wiggles her brows a little, which causes a rush of heat to run up my neck, I quickly look down to hide, 'seriously?' I think in disbelief.

"Aww, so you do know him" Prim pushes with a hint of excitement in her voice, I roll my eyes.

She giggles a little bit causing my stomach to turn in joy and embarrassment, 'at least she is happy, and has sometime to forget about her illness' I think.

"Isn't he just- oh hey Gale"

I look up and see his tall figure slump down across from us, "Hey" he smiles a little and locks eyes with me. I drop my gaze almost immediately.

"So anyway, I heard that he goes to your class, says that your quite hot headed at times which scares him a little" she giggles a little more, as I raise my brow in interest playing along with her, 'anything to make my poor little sister forget'

"Oh does he now?"

She chuckles a little more, "But he can't stay away from you, I think you have your own admirer Katniss" she says as she giggles a little more, as my blush grows.

'Girl talk' I think. I was never good at it, or never partially enjoyed it, never even thought of getting into a situation where I would have to talk about 'boys'. I roll my eyes a little.

"I…err-"

"Tsk"

We get interrupted by someone's voice, I look forward as I lock eyes with Gale's dark ones, he then proceeds to drink from his water bottle rather forcefully as if to hide his face and then he gets up and walks off towards Haymitch.

'What the fucks gone up his ass again' I think as I scratch the back of my neck, watching him in irritation.

"Well then…" I hear Prim pitch in.

She leans into her pocket and takes out a chocolate bar, she points it towards me, "do you want it?"

I look at it and then back at her, "have you eaten anything?" I ask in concern.

"Of course I have" she answers a little too quickly.

I squint my eyes as I stare at her, 'she's lying, I can hear it straight through her voice' I think as I lean forward a little more.

"Prim…" I warn.

She looks at me with glassy eyes, "yes…" she chirps.

She soon breaks my eye contact and sighs.

"How long" I ask with a shaky voice.

"I…look I'm fine" she states abruptly, but then speaks up when she notices my angry look, "well… like two, three days"

I felt like my whole body set on fire, I was pissed… no furious. She tightens her hands around her body as she looks down, guilty. I push myself of the stupid uncomfortable seat and I begin to make my way forward that's when a small hand clasps my wrist, "Katniss please it's not his fault, please I promise that I'll eat" I look to my left, her cheek bones making an ugly appearance on her pretty face with dark circles around her eyes, degrading her beautiful features. I scoff as I hear Finnick's voice butt in but I ignore it, nothing will not stop me from giving Gale a piece of my own mind.

"Prim, let go" I warn her as she scrunches up her nose.

As soon as she lets go of my hand I start storming towards Gale, his tall figure hunching against the barrels, talking to Haymitch and possibly staring at his stupid map. Haymitch notices me and grins a little, but then his eyes widen a little when he notices how pissed off I look.

Gale must've noticed Haymitch's change in attitude because he twists around, 'bad mistake' I think as I take a right swing at his face, my fist connecting perfectly against the side of his nose and cheek, he stumbles back a little covering his nose in shock.

"You fucked up again! You had one fucking job and that you couldn't even manage!" I spit at him while swinging my arms frantically, as I am about to step forward again someone's hands clasp around my shoulders stopping me from moving any further towards Gale.

"What the hell are you on about?" Gale roars at me, his grey eyes flaring in anger. I watch as the blood from his nose drips onto his grey shirt, he swipes his hand across his face, slathering it with his own blood.

I furrow my brows in frustration, "My sister has not been eating for days! That's what I'm fucking on about, you were supposed to take care of her not let her starve!" I shout as I try to fight Finnick's strong arms.

His nose flares as he stares at me, that soon changes when he realises what I had said, "what?" he lowers his voice.

"Ohm you know damn well what! Don't play pissy with me Gale I just saw you move away when Prim took out that chocolate bar! You didn't want anything to do with it!" I almost scream at him.

"That was different…" He scratches his messy hair in frustration as the darkness from his eyes fade and he frowns a deeply, "she's not been eating?" he chokes out.

"Do you want me staple that fact onto your fucking head or something?"

"Katniss…I- I didn't know"

"Bullshit!" I spit out.

"No seriously, Katniss she said that she had been eating" He says as he raises his arms in the air, in surrender.

I struggle out of Finnick's arms as I scowl at him, "It's gotten worse" he mumbles.

"OH you know what-"

"Katniss, stop!"

I turn my head to my right to see Prim, her eyes teared up. Her hunched over figure screaming for sleep, she wipes her eye as she stares at me with wide scared eyes. I take a long deep breath as Finnick lets go of me.

"Look it's my fault, I lied to Gale okay… he had nothing to do with it… just- just stop okay" she says ask she shakes a little.

I scoff a little, "why?"

She looks down "I just…don't feel hungry"

"Prim you have to eat, you're getting worse" I state the obvious fact as I walk up to her.

She nods in guilt as tears begin to run down her cheeks, I wipe her cheek with my thumb as I look at her.

"I- I know"

My heart beats faster and faster as I watch my one and only sister in pain, I wrap her small figure in my arms, "Promise me that you'll never lie like that again" I state sternly.

She pulls away a little and looks up at me, "I promise"

I nod and I give her a last tight hug, "alright, go and eat something Finnick and Annie will be watching you" I say strictly as I look back at Finnick, he smiles sadly and walks up.

"Come on" and with that they both walk off to a very worried Annie which Finnick soon hugs and sits next to.

I turn around on my heels and I storm past Haymitch and Gale making my way towards the entrance of the gate, "I'm going to guard it for now" I simply state.

A couple of slow painful minutes pass by as I stand still, my heart beat slowly slowing down, I watch the woods as the lonely wind whistles past the branches, past my hair. The soft crunch of a twig behind me causes me to spin around and draw my knife.

I watch as he stands there, a simple kitchen knife in his hand and dry dark brown blood slathered on his face, his eyes filled with sadness?

I roll my eyes as I turn back around, "what do you want?" I blurt out.

He walks closer to me, "an apology maybe?"

"Tsk"

He sighs as I hear him step next to me, not to close.

"Where's Prim?"

"She's eating that damn chocolate bar"

"Good..."

"Did you see anything?" he asks as he hides his knife.

"No"

"Good…" he states.

If there was anything more awkward in this world, talking to Gale would be on the top of my list.

We stand there side by side watching the forest and shivering from the bitter cold, I try to focus my eyes forward as I hear Gale sigh loudly next to me. I look his way as I fold my arms over my chest.

"You should clean your face" I speak up.

He looks taken back a little and then touches his nose, "you give pretty nasty punches for such a small woman" he says as he looks forward.

I shrug a little, as he begins step back, "I'll go see how Prim is doing"

I nod his way, but then I quickly turn towards his fully.

"Wait!"

He stops in his tracks and twists his head, "what?"

"Where moving somewhere else" I blurt out, 'wait… yeah that makes sense' I think.

He furrows his brow and scrunches up his nose, the clear irritation showing on his face, "what? Who says that?"

"I do, it's not safe here and were low on food… there's this abandoned prison just a couple of kilometres away from here, sounds crazy but it's got huge walls and no one knows about it" I say.

He raises his brow, "and what makes you think that I'm just going to agree?"

I furrow my brow as I sigh, I walk a little closer to him, "look we got off on the wrong foot but seriously look at this area…" I gesture towards the camp behind him, "it's falling apart, and either way I'm taking Prim to that area… it's much safer"

He raises his brow as he looks behind him, "How do you know that it's safer? There could be gangs, people who will kill us before we even get to the fence"

"I've visited that area a couple of times to see if there's anything that I can scavenge" I say, as he mimics my pose and crosses his strong arms across his chest.

'I must sound like a complete lunatic right now, but it seems like a much better idea to stay there than here' I think.

"And you want to drag Prim all that way in her condition" he asks.

"Yes, she'll know what I mean" I blurt out as he nods.

"We'll think about it, and I don't think that the group will be very happy about that fact either" Gale says as he turns around and walks up to the fence.

4 MONTHS LATER…

I stand outside the electrical fence, my eyes scanning the deserted path in front of me. It was a tough long four months, I almost cannot process how fast everything went. Four months since all of this mess had begun, four months passed by since we had travelled here and four months ago I had found my sister and lost Peeta. I was right all along, the prison didn't have anyone inside, abandoned and hidden away from the societies grasp.

Prim has been getting worse and worse as the time had gone by, her coughs more frequent and her cries heard more often. Gale and I went on a lot of expeditions to find Prim some medicine but we hadn't found much just a couple of half empty bottles hidden in closets and underneath tables. Annie's getting more and more anxious about her baby, with more pain cursing through her body sending Finnick into panic attacks, I always admire the way Finnick takes care of her, I admire the 'love' that he shows her every single time she is in pain. Haymitch on the other hand had stayed the same, magically finding booze everywhere he goes, sometimes I get really confused as to where the old man finds it but then again in his desperate manner it's weirdly understandable that he can fetch it from anywhere.

And as to me and Gale, so far where on good terms, he plans since he knows the place better and then we both go on frequent scavenges, trying our luck on finding supplies. I've slowly began to build my trust in him, even if he can be the world's biggest ass-wipe but then again without him we wouldn't be here today.

I get frequent nightmares about losing Prim, and wake up drenched in my own sweat, they never leave, and I have come very familiar with them through these past few months. I actually don't remember the last time I've actually had a good sleep.

The recurring thoughts of Peeta entering my mind over and over again, sending waves of guilt and regret on a daily basis, I have not forgotten about him. I sometimes mention him to Gale and request a search but he just shrugs it off and turns bitter throughout the full day. Sometimes when I go on expeditions with Gale I still get that slight little bit of hope that there is a chance that Peeta had made it, that he is alive, and maybe even thinking the same as me.

"Hey Catnip on my two" I hear Gale whisper interrupting my thoughts, I actually do not quite remember when he started calling me by that name, but what I do remember is giving up on him one day because he kept saying it wrong, so I just left it and I guess it had become official.

I look to my right to find two figures heading my way. They stumble across the grass, groaning as they spot us.

I crouch down as I look at the one on my left, it was a female she had bits of mud and grass muddled up in her hair, her eyes bleeding and her face pale like sheets of snow. Her arms twitching in every direction as she focuses her gaze on me. This was nothing new, I have grown used to killing these walkers. Through the past few months Gale and I have come to the conclusion that the only way to kill them off is by hitting their brain.

I breathe out creating a large white cloud in front of me, the temperature had dropped down rapidly, past these few months. I knew that the winter was going to be bad this year but I was definitely not expecting it to get this cold, I'm just lucky that we didn't have snow 'yet'. But by the huge sheet in the sky, were definitely going to expect it any minute.

I watch as the other snotty figure makes its way towards Gale. He tightens his jaw and makes eye contact with me, I nod to him and I slowly grab my bow and I take out my first arrow, I position it on the string and I pull it back. I look at Gale for the last time before I let the arrow soar through the air straight into the dead man temple, his body collides to the floor and I take out my other arrow not bothering to look at the corpse on the ground.

Before I release the arrow Gale launches up and tackles the female down, she thrashes in his arms, cracking her teeth aggressively inches from his face, I watch as Gale fetches for his knife and slowly sticks it into her head, right between the eyes. I don't like what where doing, and neither does him but it's either them or us, and we have realised that since we decided to team up and fetch for supplies.

I slowly lower my bow as Gale rips out his knife and wipes it on the corpse's jumper.

I furrow my brow as I watch the scene in front of me, it sometimes saddens me that these 'people' once had families, and that's what type of fate they get, but then again I always feel that 'luckiness?' that I'm not in their position, I wouldn't be able to handle the fact that I left Prim all alone just like I had before.

I hide my arrow into the holder on my back, when I suddenly get pulled backwards, I yelp as I am hammered to the floor. It all goes dark for a split second and then the light breaks its way through the slit in my eyes. I see it, just like I had four months ago, the bloodshot eyes and ill looking skin. It faces me, those devilish eyes boring straight into my soul, It launches down and tries to bite at my neck cracking its teeth metres away from my flesh, I launch my arms forward and I grip its shirt, pushing it back I see my life flashing in front of my eyes, I'm going to die here, right now and I'm never going to see Prim again because of a stupid mistake.

I raise my feet up and I kick at its stomach giving me time to grab at my knife which is located in the back pocket of my pants. I reach quickly and I lace my fingers around it, without thinking I swing the knife out and I slice at its face. To my surprise it ignores the huge gash on it cheek and carries on snapping at my face. I feel my adrenaline hit its breaking point, my heart beats angrily as I push his body back away from me again. He soon climbs back and launches for my face but instead of meeting my face he meets the tip of my hunting knife. I feel it slide through his brain as he slowly slumps down on my chest.

I take a long deep hitched breath as I look up at the sky, my own sweat gliding down the side of my face, my shirt soaked in blood I feel the weight of the walker getting shoved off me.

"Katniss" I hear Gale call out as he grabs my hand, and pulls me up to my feet.

I stand up and I bend forward a little bit, resting my hands on my thighs, 'holy shit' I think as I stare at the concrete ground.

"I'm alright"

"Are you sure? Are you bit?" He blurts out as he grabs my shoulders and turns my neck and inspects it with concerned eyes.

"No… I'm fine" I repeat again more sternly as I look at him.

"Holy shit I'm Catnip, I didn't see him" he speaks up as he locks eyes with mine.

"Its fine relax"

He looks down at his feet and the back at me, I raise my brow in confusion when I notice that his eyes had turned a shade darker almost in desire? And then he quickly turns around to look at the other body, I sigh as I look down at the body on the floor beside me, 'well… that was close' I thought as I pursed my lips.

The sudden unbalanced movement in front of me, forces my eyes up, I manage to take a last gulp before Gale laces his hand around my neck and presses his lips to mine, I widen my eyes as I slowly process what is happening.

I rip my lips away from his and I push his shoulders away, "Gale what are you?-" I manage to struggle out in confusion before he pushes his lips back on to mine, I stand there with my eyes open wide. The light change in direction causes my eyes to shut, I slowly respond to his kiss as his hand cups my cheek and the other warps around my waist.

This felt odd, so out of place that I had almost felt guilty, this wasn't a soft gentle kiss but rather forced, it scratched my lips and felt so, 'oh god' so wrong. It was not tender from how I last remembered it. It, it wasn't Peeta. The kind baker down the street that baked sweet sugary cupcakes just for me, but a fiery man who had a bad temper problems.

I feel Gales fingers thread through my hair as I feel my heart beat faster and faster, I'm pretty sure that he can feel it and hear it. I think back to when Peeta had kissed me, my 'first' kiss. The way he tenderly touched my chin as if he didn't want to hurt me, the way his soft lips pressed against mine. 'This is so wrong' I think.

I push away from Gale once more, with a little more power than I had originally intended to use. He tries to find my eyes, his swollen pink lips pursed tightly, "I'm… I'm sorry Gale but I can't" I choke out as I try to sort out my hornets' nest of thoughts.

His eyes look painfully my way as they darken in colour, 'here we go again' I sigh.

"It's him isn't it?"

"Excuse me?" I blurt out taken aback by his answer.

"Little baker boy" He spits out rather aggressively.

I furrow my brow as I stare him down, "he has a name!" I spit out with just as much venom.

He shrugs, "whatever"

"What has he got to do with…this?" I state as I quickly gesture the space between us.

He looks up at me, "you love him don't you! What the hell was I thinking!" he says as he steps forward towards me, and tries to grab my hand.

I take a step back 'love what love?', "what the hell are you on about, you're the one attacking me with your damn lips here!"

"You just… you just can't let go can you?" he blurts out.

"What are yo-"

"He's dead oka-"I stop him by slapping him hard on the cheek, he stumbles back in surprise.

I wasn't really sure why I had reacted this way or why I am behaving this way from the mention of Peeta but I just don't think it's right to blame everything on him.

"Don't…" I simply state as I warn him with my throbbing hand.

"Fuck me Katniss!"

I watch as he stands up straight and gazes at me with hurtful eyes.

"Is it that serious?" he asks in disbelief.

I huff as I turn around in my spot, I begin walking towards the gate, 'what the hell just happened…' I think as I reach the tall metal gate.

"Catnip? I'm… sorry" I hear his footsteps hurry behind me.

'Shove that sorry up your ass' I think as I flip him off as I walk up to the gate, slamming it behind me I look around and my eyes stop on a very distressed looking Haymitch, I roll my eyes as he stumbles towards me. He stops a couple of centimetres away from me.

"What do you want?" I blurt out as I look around the beat up prison.

"It's…its"

"It's what?" I push.

He takes a deep breath, "its Annie she's in labour"