Well guys, I'm afraid that there will not be much more to the story. I love writing, though, so I will most likely have more stories up. But with school and not having a real home, it won't be too easy. I am going tomorrow to get the rest of my belongings from the house. I don't know if my step dad will be there, but I haven't seen him since everything went down. He was supposed to have a warrant out on him for violating our DVO and EPO against him, but for some reason he hasn't been arrested *sigh* thank you everybody who reads this and likes it. Please review, you have no idea how happy reading views makes me. And I could use more happiness in my life. If you want, you can contact me by means mentioned in previous chapters. Thank you so much for reading

I come home with a prescription for an antidepressant and no new information about my husband. I call Johanna first thing, she answers on the first ring

"Peeta, are you okay?" she asks, sounding worried

"It's me, Johanna" I tell her, and then brace myself for the shouting that is sure to come. But it doesn't

"Katniss, are finally done?" she asks me, sounding exhausted

"I think so. Johanna, I am so sorry. I don't know what happened" I tell her.

We spend about two hours on the phone talking. I tell her what happened with Peeta and how I feel like it was my fault, for falling in my dark hole. I tell her about how ashamed I am because it is exactly what my mother did to my sister and I. She tells me how she got the kids. Peeta called her the night before and told her that the kids were on a train on their way to district seven. He told her that he needed to help me without them there. I cry nearly the whole time, and I think Johanna might have cried a little too, but I don't let her know that I know. I thank her about a hundred times for watching the kids while Peeta and I go through this. When we finally hang up, I am exhausted. Dr. Weaver said he would call me if anything changed with Peeta or if they found out anything. I want to go to bed, but I am too scared that I won't be able to get back up if I do. So I go hunting

I haven't been hunting in a while. I have no need to hunt for survival anymore, and the district has a store with food all the time. I would go more often just for the peace of it, but having two kids makes it hard. I realize half way to my hunting spot that I am also not a young as I once was and making the trek through the woods is not quite as easy as it used to be. But I get there and sit, listening to the busy silence of the woods. It's actually quite loud, but also not at the same time. I can hear the birds and leaves moving in the wind, the quiet chatter of squirrels and other rodents nearby, along with the small stream a few yards away. The busy silence used to calm me, but now it is only giving me time to think. And over think.

I don't know what happened to Peeta, but it scared me. I haven't ever been scared of Peeta. Maybe a little unsure and wary, but never scared. He hates me. I have thought before that he hated me, but this time I am positive that he hates me. And I don't know what to do. I don't have Haymitch and I don't have Peeta... I haven't felt this lost since I was a little girl. I can't believe I did the same thing my mother did; abandoning my kids. I am a terrible person... but I have suspected that for a long time.

I wonder if Peeta will get better. What will I do if he doesn't? Can I take care of the kids by myself? Will he take the kids from me? I didn't know I was crying until I felt a tear fall onto my hand. I wipe it away, but more replace it. I cry until the sun starts to set, then I hurry to get back to the house before it gets dark.

Being back in the house makes me want to cry again, though. I have nothing to do. I haven't been stuck with nothing to do in twelve years. I realize that I really do need to eat something, so I search the kitchen for something, and then make myself eat it. Then I spend half the night watching anything on the TV. I try to stay awake, for fear of what sleep will bring, but I find myself being woken at some unknown time by the phone

"Hello?"

"It's Dr. Weaver, Ms. Everdeen, we think we may have an explanation for Peeta's behavior. Can you come in?"

"Of course, I'll be there as soon as I can" I tell him and then hang up. I nearly break my neck running up the stair to get dressed, and I run all the way to the hospital. We don't have a car because we don't like cars. I get there, and thank god, Dr. Weaver is waiting for me. He takes me into a room to tell me what is going on

"So what is wrong with him?" I ask

"Well, I believe that he has been in a depressed state, just as you have been. When one is depressed, certain chemicals in the brain such as dopamine, serotonin, and norepinephrine are low. This causes the symptoms that you have been experiencing. But I believe that Peeta's brain had been replacing the lost chemicals with the tracker jacker venom that was still present in his body. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"I think so but... well, what can we do about it?" I ask him

"Well, we have started him on antidepressants as well, to get those low chemicals up to where they should be. But the big thing is that... I believe that most of the tracker jacker venom has been used up" he tells me

"Excuse me?"

"As you already know, for years his venom levels have been very low, low enough to only occasionally cause his attacks. But now when I have tested him, the levels are almost undetectable. I believe that you shouldn't see any more flashbacks from him"

"Are you serious?" I ask, not believing him. Peeta rarely had flashbacks any more, but when he did have them, they made him feel awful. And I felt awful knowing he felt that way.

"I truly believe that the venom should not be a problem anymore. He has been acting somewhat normal... would you like to see him?" he asks me. I do want to see him... but I am scared that he will turn into that other man who scared me so much. But I miss him too much to say no

So I follow Dr. Weaver to Peeta's room. It's a normal room, and that is reassuring. I see Peeta, lying in his bed, asleep

"Does he know what you told me?" I ask Dr. Weaver

"Yes, he does. Do you want me to stay with you, or are you okay to be alone with him?" he asks me. I hesitate, but answer

"I'm okay alone, thank you" and he leaves.

I want to climb into the bed with him and hug him tight, but I decide that that might not be the best idea. So I sit in the chair next to the bed and take his hand, kissing it. I hold his hand, rubbing circles on the back of it with my thumb, until he wakes up