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Here is another Oneshot I tried to translate. If you find any mistakes pleas tell me, so I could correct them.

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She is gone... She's not coming back...

Year of the 74th Hunger Games

Peeta woke up frightened. Nightmare. He wrapped his arms around his body, still shivering. Where was he? He threw a glance through his room. It was his own, that one in the Victors' Village. He ran his fingers through his hair. The dreams have been coming again and again. The forest. Cato with a sword. He attacks me. A wound on my leg. Injured. Two days at the river. Hidden. Hell. The cannon shots. Katniss dead. No, the pictures in the evening say otherwise. One tribute after another die, but not her. Not her.

Peeta shook himself. Seesawing, he got up. He needed something to drink. In the kitchen he filled a glass with water. The sun shined into the room. The beams of sunlight. The heat. Like fever attacks. He threw his glass on the floor, while he was screaming. It broke. He only stared at it. The door behind him was pushed open. Peeta didn't turn around. Gasping, he tried to find back to reality.

"Peeta?"

Haymitch Abernathy stood behind him. Drunk and a bottle of whiskey in his hand. Like always. Without thinking Peeta grabbed that bottle and opened it. The alcohol burned pleasantly through his body. Redeeming. To forget. Only for a few seconds. Only for a few seconds. Haymitch observed the younger one. How he pegged to the bottle. He had doing that himself, after his games.

"Where is she?"

It was blank despair which let him ask this. When Haymitch had heard the shattering glass, why not her? Why not Katniss?

"Where is Katniss?", asked Peeta again.

Haymitch stared at him. Surprised and sad. Peeta stared back. Where was his Katniss? His girl on fire. She, who lighted fire in his heart with her beautiful voice. He wanted to hear her voice. Her comforting voice, which told him, that she has loved him.

"Where is she?!", he screamed, "Where is Katniss?!"

The older one forced him down on a chair. Then he knelt before him. Carefully Haymitch took Peeta's hands in his. His eyes sparkled oddly. He looked strangely at Peeta.

"She is dead, Peeta. Cato killed her."

Cato? District 2? He was dead! The mutts had torn him to pieces, when he fell off the cornucopia. Katniss had shot in his hand. And then again in the eye. They had both won. After Katniss had tried that thing with the nightlock berries. He had lost his leg. Peeta looked down. His pants covered his leg. But his feet were proof enough. That were his own feet. Not artificial ones. Terrified, he stared at Haymitch. He interpreted it wrong.

"You gonna handle that. Strong boy. You can do it."

Haymitch grabbed his bottle from the table, where Peeta had put it. He took a swig.

"We have both won. We are the star-crossed lovers of District 12. I love Katniss."

He missed the sad look on Haymitch's face. With empty eyes the mentor stared at the table. What happened here? What was played here? A trick from the capitol?

Haymitch stroked his arms. Peeta was desperate.

"Oh, Peeta... I know it's hard for you. I mean, when I would have seen, how my love had been killed before my eyes... I would want to forget that too. But you have to accept that. Be strong. You promised her to be there for Primrose if she wouldn't make it."

Primrose? Katniss' sister? Promising his love to be there for Prim seems logically for him. But Katniss wasn't dead.

"It's a joke, is it? A damn joke. I don't see the fun of it, Haymitch! Definitely not!"

Peeta screamed again. He lost his patience. Usually he was quiet and patient. But now?

He can become wild when it comes to his Katniss. It was bad enough that Katniss had more feelings for Gale than for him. Peeta had been so mad when he had found out. In the train. On the way home. Home... For one second he had wished to be alone. Like Katniss had never existed. Only for one second. A blink of the eye later he had corrected himself. A life without Katniss? Without his love? Impossible! And when she didn't love him. No matter, the main point was that she was happy. In the arena he had been madly in love, when Katniss had kissed him. He hadn't thought twice, if Katniss was only playing with him. That she only play the tragic lover. Who could have guessed that? Love is blind. Now he understood that. Nevertheless, he would do everything for Katniss. He would never have allowed anything happened to her and certainly not let her die.

"I wish it would be like that. But it's not a joke, Peeta. She is gone. She's not coming back."

As soon as Haymitch had finished the sentence, Peeta jumped up. He pushed his mentor aside. He had to get out of here. It was freezing cold outside. The baker's son ran to the house across the road. He opened the door. Cold hit him. Dusty and gloomy. Empty. Empty? Empty!? Where are you, Katniss? Where are you?

Peeta looked around anxiously. Reflexively he ran out again. He felt the cold on his feet. The boy shivered and wrapped his arms around his body. But he kept running. Towards the Seam. To the house where Katniss used to live once. Without knocking, he stormed into the little hut.

"Peeta!? What are you doing here?"

Prim stood before him. With an apron. A man was lying on the kitchen table. Lorel Everdeen was treating him. Put bandages on him. On the girl's apron were some drops of blood. Peeta was frightened. He couldn't see blood anymore since the hunger games . But he didn't turn away. He shook Prim instead.

"Where is she? Where is Katniss?!"

Prim swallowed. Tears flowed down her face. Mrs. Everdeen looked up from her work.

"She is dead, Peeta. She's gone. She's not coming back..."
Prim's tearful voice reached his ears. He hardly understood the words. He didn't want to hear them. He only wanted his Katniss back.

"No... No...", Peeta muttered, "NO!"

His scream could be heard everywhere. Everyone in district 12 could hear him. The scream of a boy, who had lost his love. In the games.

"NO!"

The scream rang through the streets. Prim looked at him worriedly. Now tears ran down his face. They blocked his view. He didn't see anything. He couldn't care less. Without Katniss he didn't want to live. It made no sense. He felt his legs gave way under him. Groaning he collapsed in Prim's arms. Darkness surrounded him like a consoling mist. Redeem me, Peeta thought.

Peeta woke up frightened. Nightmare. He wrapped his arms around his body, still shivering. Where was he? He threw a glance at his room. It was his own, that one in the Victors' Village. He ran his fingers through his hair. Where was Katniss? Where was his girl on fire?

"She is gone. She's not coming back.", he heard Prim's words.

"KATNISS!"

Peeta screamed desperately. He wanted her back. He heard footsteps on the stairs. Probably Haymitch who came telling him that Katniss was dead. That she's not coming back. The door opened. Peeta looked away. He didn't want to see Haymitch.

"Peeta?"

The silent voice looked familiar to him. So familiar. The voice he loved so much. He looked up. Stared at the door. Was it real what he saw?

"Katniss? Is it really you?", he muttered.

There stood his Katniss in the door frame. His Katniss. Worn out. Tired. But she was here.

"Yes, Peeta."

"I've dreamed you were dead. Killed by Cato, Haymitch said. I don't want to be without you..."

"I know, Peeta."

Peeta just accepted it. He didn't know if she was serious. But he didn't care. She live. She live. She wasn't gone. She had come back.