AN: Ok so my Beta/ Best friend wrote this as an alternate ending to the last chapter. It doesn't really match the story. BUT it is REALLYYY good like spaz worthy good. So I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did! Review for her!

BN:This is what happens after Gale died. An Alternate to what happened. Katniss is not as accepting of his death as before and it's ruining her. Nothing makes sense anymore. Even her own reflection seems distorted.

"I didn't do anything!...I didn't, right? He did it himself! He…He pulled the trigger and…and I didn't stop him…" The words reverberate off the walls. Echo in the empty stalls. A silent hush responds. Katniss's head falls into her hands. She wonders where she went wrong. How could she do something so horrible? The answerless question resounds only through her head.

Katniss's eyes meet her own. The mirror's reflection looks so different than her. Katniss wonders why the mirror has clumpy, knotted hair. What did the reflection do to herself? It must have been horrible. The strands of hair, once so full of volume and color, now resort to a dark shade. Too dark.

The worst part is her eyes. Katniss can barely stand to keep staring back at them. They must belong to another person, she reasons. Katniss has bright eyes, full of life. Her eyes reflect the spring in her step and the beating of her heart. They show how alive she is.

The mirror image has a set of dull eyes. Faded balls that have lost their bounce, lying dejectedly in a hole. They are a strange pale color; tinted so dark that she seems sick. Katniss believes the pale color is only a shade darker than the mirror's skin color. The word albino seems to do the skin justice, but only just so.

This can not be Katniss because her skin is nicely tanned.

In the mirror, the pale eyes water. Cry. Water streams down its cheeks, just to disappear at the end of the mirror. On Katniss's side of the mirror, there is rain on her face. Cold, salty water. She can't explain how it is raining in the bathroom. It just is. Like the rest of the world, the rain just is.

"That's a nice set of shoes you got there." The voice, masculine and gentle, makes Katniss jump. Her head whips to find the intruder. She doesn't want this guy to be here, and not just because he is a male in the female's restrooms. Unconsciously, she takes a quick glance at her footwear. She can't help it. Katniss doesn't remember what she put on this morning, it was all a blurry mess on fast forward, but she wants to know what the guy is complimenting. Two black clogs adorned with a neon pink strip cover Katniss's feet. Katniss wonders how she got them, and why a bright white price tag is still attached.

The intruder saunters over. His eyes roam the room, Katniss, and the mirror. He takes it all in slowly. The man's blue eyes stop only for a moment on the tattered satchel at Katniss's feet. Katniss finds it annoying. What, exactly? Everything. The guy's blue eyes, too bright and gentle and beautiful for someone as broken as her, his blonde hair, shinning even in the dim lighting of a poorly cleaned restroom. The way he just would not leave her alone, wallowing in her own misery and hoping that it would just swallow her whole.

"Don't you think it's time to go now?" The man steps in Katniss's direction only once, but it is miles too close. "Maybe we should return those shoes you just got. You didn't pay for them, right? I swear you won't get in trouble if you turn them in now."

Katniss shakes her head. Stepping backwards, Katniss edges her way towards the wall, "You shouldn't be in here…. This is the-the girls room and you'll get in trouble. B-Believe me, you should go. Leave me a-alone."

"No way. I'm here to help, Katniss. I've been worried about you lately and-"
A switch flips in her head.

"No!" She screeches and presses her back against the wall, "How do you know my name? Leave me alone! I don't need you here. I don't need your worry, I don't need your pity. Go back to whatever Easy Bake oven you have at home. I'm sure something burning by now."

Silence, and then, "I'm Peeta. You remember me, Katniss. I'm the one that brought you to the mall. We ate pizza with Finnick and Prim last night. You know me. You're just…not right at the moment."

"Not right?" I pant, "Not right! What's not right is Gale dying because of me. Gale shooting himself in the head because I am stupid and useless and….You! I don't want to know you. You make me so horrible. Let me forget your name. Leave me alone!" My knees shake, but I stay upright.

"It's not your fault he's dead." He says it quietly. So quiet. Katniss can barely hear it over her pounding head and rapid heart.

Rage builds up, solid and strong, in Katniss's blood. She flex's her hands. There is no way the man could understand. He could never understand something so dark because he is so bright. Bright eyes, bright hair, bright smile. To much sunlight leaking into Katniss's haunted little mind.

Katniss licks her lips, "What do you know? Huh? Do you lay awake at night thinking that if it could be different…. That if there was anything you could do….I can't eat anymore, and sleep only brings Gale. Gale lying dead, a bullet in his head. He tells me I could have done something! I could have chosen him…."

He stands there, helpless. He knows there is nothing he can say right now, but he can't think of what to do either.

He reaches his hand out to Katniss.

Wrong move.

One swift motion, and Katniss has pulled a knife out. It is aimed equally, half at the man and half at her.

It shines in the light. Another thing too bright for Katniss. The only thing to darken it is the red of blood. Peeta's or her own, it's anyone's questions.

The next scene moves too fast for Katniss.

Peeta yells.

Peacekeepers flood the room. A sea of guns click and point at Katniss.

She lowers the knife. Where did the people come from?

White uniforms grab her arms. Katniss feels cold metal pressed against her wrists as they are twisted behind her back.

She is dragged away, watching Peeta the whole time.

"I am so sorry," He says as Katniss is drawn past him. "Please, forgive me. I didn't know what to do. You seemed so sick, I just didn't…"

"Nothing," Katniss bites, "Nothing you ever do will be enough for my forgiveness."

She is dragged away.

She sees Prim later that day, and Finnick. She doesn't let her mom visit her in her white cell. Her mom probably helped Peeta plan the whole thing. Katniss knew she would betray her. Her mom had always liked Gale. Throwing Katniss away would be the easiest way to forget.

Prim said that she missed Katniss already.

Finnick wished her luck.

They would have hugged, but a glass screen stood in their way.

Everyone soon faded away. Just like Gale, and Katniss would follow soon.

Dark, Damp, depressing, and totally different than Luci's ending.

I think it's great.

You guys probably think that I'm messed up. Oh-well! I hope to have my own story up soon, probably not as dark as this.

Over and Out,

-PointYourFeetAndCapsLetters