KATNISS'POV

Peeta shakes me awake very late in the night. 'Katniss. We have to get up.'

I was not one to get up so late in the evening. Peeta ran the bakery, so I looked after the kids and took them hunting. I needed plenty of rest to make sure that was possible, and that they didn't get injured.

'Katniss, there's a new Snow.' As soon as the word Snow hit my eyes, I sat bolt upright in my bed. How? 'I'll wait while you get dressed. He has it above our bakery.' Our. The one word that bonded many of my things and Peeta's things together. Our family. Prim would still be part of Our family if Snow wasn't the selfish bastard he is. He ruined my life. Kudos to him, because he sort of started it, but whatever. The districts would never be the same. At least we are more equal now.

I just shoved a dressing gown on and wrapped myself in the blanket I found in Prim's room, after I returned to District 12. 'Are the kids still asleep?' I asked Peeta once I was outside.

'Yeah.' He sighed and showed a hand to the roof of our home. A video played. No sound just subtitles and horrid images. The video kept re-playing over and over, and every time my world shrunk. More weight on every shoulder, holding me down further. The video stated that the new Snow had arisen, and we must bow down to him in order to keep our lives safe. It was 10 years after Snow blew up my sister. He said that he could easily blow up any district. Suddenly, the sound was turned on, and it was live footage of District 13 being blown up. The whole town was there, worried about Snow. Sirens screamed, people running, afraid of being showered in blood. Anybody who helped was shot. They had mined underground to try to keep everybody out. Bomb after bomb, explosion after explosion until all that was left was a big hole of dirt. The live footage ended.

I could feel myself falling to the ground on my knees, tears streaming down my muddy face. My vision so blurred I could only see the blue eyes of Peeta, carrying me home. I fought and fought to get out of his grip. He laid me on my bed as I shouted and shouted 'His coming for us Peeta! He ruins everyone's lives! Every Snow will! There won't be anything left of the Districts, we need to leave now.' Peeta nods his head and walks around the room, finding an old bag. He puts our bows and arrows, and stores kilos of fresh bread inside. 'I'll get the kids then,' I said, wanting to be helpful. I woke Mia and Harry.

'What is it Mum?' Harry says.

'We have to leave. I know we are leaving very soon, so just take one thing you find very special.' I told them.

'I'll take my photobook!' cries Mia.

'I'll take my toy deer!' says Harry, just as enthusiastically.

'Okay then, put it in the bag and I'll keep it safe.' I took a breath. 'Pack a few pairs of warm clothes and then we can go.' They chose wisely, and I shoved it in the bag. I got more and more nervous, the longer we had to wait. I was walking downstairs back to Peeta, when I heard scattered conversation.

'Thank you for your cooperation. We got hit hard back there.' The voice echoes in my head, like a ringing in an ear.

'That's fine, anything we can do to help you out. Snow's son is already living up to the reputation of his father.' I heard Peeta reply in confidence. 'How did you even get in here?'

'The trapdoor. Your mother and father built your bakery on it, and we discovered a track leading to it. In times of strife, they looked after District 13. Fed us, gave water. They were the reason we even survived.' The same voice returned.

'Can you show it to me?' I heard him ask. Peeta's parents really struggled this winter with sickness. They sat up off their chairs and gestured to the very well hid trapdoor.

'Peeta.' I call. The District 13 survivors turned and looked at me.

'Katniss.' The leader speaks. She has stunningly blue eyes and dirty brown hair. Her face is pale and cold. She touches a hand to my face gently. 'Our true savour.' There was that word again. Our. I could help but let a tear fall from my face. It wasn't fair anymore. So much pain for me, and none for others who weren't in the Hunger Games. I was scarred. That's how it goes. She pulls her hands away and looks at me in despair. 'I know your pain.' She whispers. Before she turns back to her group, I grab her arm and whisper back in her ear,

'No, you don't. You can't. You will never.' And release her arm. She looks back at me, almost frightened, and I mouth sorry. She nods, and heads on her way. She turns back to Peeta, explaining how the trapdoor was made, but I was barely listening. I had frightened someone. Trying to explain my horrors in a way that doesn't make sense. I couldn't imagine my children being frightened of me. My head began to pound with thoughts, so I sat down. Then the sirens started splitting my ears open. So much screaming and yelling. I only remember seeing Peeta's blue eyes again and being tuck in the brown dirt. I felt unable to breathe. I couldn't understand what was going on until I felt the ground shake uncontrollably. Again, and again it shook, throwing my head into unbearable pain through the effort of looking after Harry and Mia. Once I could control myself, I crawled over in the dirt to harry and Mia. Harry had tears streaming down her face and Mia was holding him tight. I held them all in a hug to let them know that I would always protect them.

PEETA'S POV

I watched as Katniss pulled our children in a hug. She was so very strong. I know she was still mentally scarred. From watching her sister get blown up in front of her eyes.

Personally, to hear that father and mother had actually bothered to help District 13 and not look after me actually hurt. Katniss understood what I did, but it still doesn't help me.

I took a deep breath as the bombs kept hitting again and again, shaking the ground like an earthquake. I felt like a mouse, trapped in a hole unable to move. The people from District 13 claim we will not get caught by the military, but I say that they are very good and notice the closet detail, from the peelings of a apple to the tiniest bit of nail. I am confident that after the bombing, worse things will come. I have another look at my frightened family, and join them in the protective hug. Katniss looks at me gratefully, as if she needed that hug. I know she needed it, because I did too.