"Prim!" Katniss shrieks.

Silence.

We rush to the door and see a car rolling away in the distance at top speed. We run out the door and to Katniss's car.

"PRIM!" she shouts. We jump in the car and speed of in the direction of where the car went. Katniss is shouting for Prim's name but I know it's futile.

We speed around a corner and we see no cars down the long road. Katniss pulls over onto the side of the road and jumps out the car. She falls to the ground and screams into the dirt.

I rush over and pick her up into my arms. I lay her on my lap as she scream into my chest.

I know what I have to do and I have to do it soon.

"Prim, Prim, Prim." She whimpers into my chest. I stroke her hair and let a tear roll down my cheek.

This is all my god damn fault. Poor, innocent Prim. I look down at Katniss. She is in no state to move but I have to hurry.

"Katniss," I whisper. She doesn't reply. "Katniss, I need to tell him." She still doesn't reply. I lift her up and she turns in towards me, shivering.

'Prim, Prim, Prim." She whispers over and over.

I loath myself for doing this to them. They do not deserve this.

I put her in the back seat of the car and fasten her seatbelt. I lay her across the back of the car and tuck her up in a blanket. I kiss the top of her head because that could be the last time I get to.

I get in the driver's seat. I try not to swerve out of control from shaking.

Prim. What could they be doing to sweet Prim?

I drive into the house and take Katniss in my arms. She is still murmering Prim over and over.

How could she ever forgive me for what I have done to her Prim?

I place Katniss on my bed. She curls up in a ball, tucking her knees up to her chest. I savour this moment. I touch her hair. This makes her stir.

"Peeta." She croaks. I sit next to her on the bed.

"Stay with me?" she whispers.

I know the answer, but I can't lie to Katniss.

"Always in our memories." I reply. Katniss's breathing has slowed and I know she has fallen asleep. I creep out the door, my imagings of Prim guiding me.

I come to the door and notice an envolope at me feet.

Mr. Mellark.

I pick it up with quivering hands and rip it open.

Dear Mr. Mellark,

In case you didn't get my message I wanted to inform you that I will not hesitate into fufilling my promises. Little is in my care and you very well know that I won't resist her protests until you give me the information I know you possess.

Come to my office with the information in approximately 24 hours or I will take the other Ms. Everdeen.

Best wishes,

President Snow.

I drop the letter at my feet. Hearbeat pounding in my head. I sprint out the door to find the dreadful information. Where is it?

I know it's in that house. Where is it?

Then I see it.

Mellarks Bakery.

The impact of the memories make me stumble to the ground.

All the beatings. The stinging on my arm. It feels so real.

It takes all my courage to knock on the door. I hear footsteps clambering down. Then I see it. The thing that had been haunting my nightmares. Wrinkles have formd at the corners of its cold, blue eyes.

"Peeta?" it asks. I nod. She reaches for my hand but I jerk it away.

"I need to get something." I mutter barging in the door. I feel like I'm choking but all I have to think is Prim and I keep walking through the witches caste. I don't know where to go but when I see the room I know exactly what to do. I walk in shuting the door behind me.

I slide my hands down the bookcase. Dust builds up on my fingers turning the flesh gray. Like her eyes. I stifle a sob.

It's for the best, I tell myself. The cheesy line rings in my head.

If you love her let her go.

I love her with all my being but if me being with means this then I couldn't fo that to her.

My finger presses at button disguised in the wooden surface and the wall opens revealing the safe. Then the file.

The file. I can't give it to him.

Prim. Katniss.

He will kill everyone in these wicked games.

Prim. Katniss.

I take a deep breath and take the files. I want to rip them up into a million pieces but I couldn't. The two people I love the most are at stake.

I rush out the door and a shiver runs down my spine as I pass the bewildered witch. My mother. I want to gag.

I leap into my car but I hesitate. What would Katniss think if I just disappear. I walk bck into the house and grab a piece of paper and a pen.

Dear Katniss,

I don't know if I will ever be able to see your beautiful face ever again. I can't do this to you or Prim. I am sorry. Even if I make it out alive I don't want you to be in danger. And you will be if you're in my presence.. I hope that fate might brings us back together again. Don't let me stop you from loving because you deserve so much better then me.

I love you will every inch of my heart and I'm always in your memories.

Peeta.