Last night is when Prim joined my nightmares. I awake screaming and thrashing, scaring Peeta half to death, who thought I was practically being murdered. I shriek until my voice becomes scratchy, and Peeta pulls me into his chest. The world has become lost to me now. My wish is to disappear in Peeta's arms forever. Shaking and shivering, Peeta wraps the comforter to my chin, his arms clenched around my waist. My head stays buried in his shirt and I wait for my panic breaths to slow.

"You're okay, it's okay." He whispers into my hair.

"I-I can't do this." I reply, turning away from him to cough angrily. Tears still streak my face.

"Shh, I know . . . I know." He kisses my forehead.

"Please . . . don't-don't leave me." I moan.

Peeta strokes my side with his thumb.

"I won't. I would never do that."

I don't understand why I think he would ever go away, though I feel like everyone will leave me. My dad did. Prim did.

I lay in his arms until the sunlight spills through the cracks between the curtains. Peeta and I don't move until a knock comes to our door. Peeta pulls his arms out from underneath me and goes to greet whoever came.

"Oh, uh-hi Finnick." Peeta says, keeping the door fairly unopened.

"Hey Peeta. Sorry to have to bother you and Katniss. President Coin wants the victors to meet this morning. She said she wants to discuss a very important topic with us all. They thought that . . . I'd be the best person to tell you." Finnick scratches his head.

"Of course, thank you Finnick. I'll talk to Katniss." Peeta answers.

"Alright, see you."

"You don't have to go." Peeta tells me the moment he shuts the door. I wipe the strands of hair out of my face.

"I wonder what she wants?" I ask blankly, turning over on my stomach.

"Who knows?" Peeta comes back over to the bed. I sigh, resting my cheek on the pillow. I feel Peeta's hand drag up my back, his hand slipping underneath the fabric of his shirt that I am wearing.

"Do you think we should go?" I wonder, my voice sounding bored and tired.

"Only if you feel like it." Peeta replies, still rubbing my back. It feels calming to have his warm hands on me. I turn over slowly to lay on my back, his fingers shift to my stomach. His forefinger grazes over my belly button under the t-shirt.

"Maybe we could go . . ." I suggest, staring up at the ceiling. I think I might feel sick staying in the room for the rest of my time here, and dreams of Prim haunt this bed from last night.

In an hour, Peeta and I are dressed and head down the hallway to the formal dining room where Snow used to hold meetings over meals (and occasionally poison people). We enter the circular room to find the remaining victors.

Finnick, Annie, Beetee, Johanna, Enobaria, and Haymitch. Everybody else were taken as prisoners and later murdered, or killed in their districts. Peeta greets Haymitch happily and has us sit beside him, while Finnick takes the other side of me. He is joined by Annie, who's baby bumb is slightly showing now.

President Coin enters the room and places herself across from me, folding her hands on the sleek table before us.

"Welcome remainding victors. Thank you for making time to join me this morning." She looks across the table at me, her watery eyes staring into my gray ones.

"Now that the rebels have won the war, I've made an effort to start anew as soon as possible. Those who have been apart of the happenings of the Hunger Games have been punished and I have begun placing new security around all of Panem."

"It has come to my decision now that we symbolize our victory over the Capital and preform our justice."

"What are you suggesting, Madam President?" Haymitch asks.

"I'd like to hold a symbolic Hunger Games using the Capital's children." Coin answers.

I blink. Then I side glance at Peeta, who's fingers are brushing against my thigh.

"You've got to be kidding." Peeta says, his hand now finding mine under the table.

"Not in the slightest. We will hold the games sometime this year, but I need an opinion from you all. We shall vote on the matter." Coin explains.

"No, absolutely not." Peeta answers, his hand gripping mine tightly.

"I'm with Peeta, no." Finnick says.

"Me too." Replies Annie.

After a no from Beetee, a yes from Johanna and Enobaria, it comes down to Haymitch and I.

"I vote with the Mockingjay." Haymitch decides.

"Whatever you decide, Katniss."

I swallow as everyone's eyes land on me.

"I-I don't know." I whisper.

"You conclude the decision, as I have voted yes." President Coin nods to me.

"I . . . can't decide. I'm sorry." Releasing my hand from Peeta's I scoot my chair out and leave the room.

I walk down the winding stairs and trudge through the velvet carpet hallways until I find a spare closet in one of the vacant bedrooms. Shutting myself inside, I sink to the floor. Another Hunger Games. Revenge on the Capital by becoming hypocritical in our ways. This is what we fought against for so long. Coin will kill anyone in the Capital, even children who are innocent. Haven't we learned from our mistakes when it comes to revenge?

Oh Mrs. Mellark, I thought we agreed not to lie to one another. Hmm? President Snow's words burn in my mind.

Author's Note: Hey peeps! Okay, first things first. I am incredibly sorry for the weird updating problems that have been happening lately with this story! I heard from one reviewer that this kind of thing was happening with multiple FanFic stories. Hopefully it is fixed now! Now, on to this chapter, yes I changed a few things with Katniss's decisions. I thought that the way she was exposed to information in this Re-Write, she would have had a harder time coming to terms with President Coin's idea to have a symbolic Hunger Games. Anyway, hoped you like the Everlark moments! Thanks for the great support everyone!