Disclaimer: I definitely do NOT own The Hunger Games series although I am a HUGE fan and I worship Suzanne Collins.

Chapter 2

My name is Katniss Mellark. My home is District 12. I'm not in District 12. I'm on my way to District 2. I'm gong to find Gale in District 2. I will find Gale in District 2.

I clutch my bag in my hand as people slowly start boarding onto the train. Some people look at me giving me strange stares as I remain emotionless. A woman decides to park her butt in the seat next to me and stare at me for five minutes.

"Can I help you miss?" I ask her causing her to fall back and blush.

"Sorry," she says. She has a slight capital accent in her voice. The accent me and Gale would mimic as we sat in the woods. Gale. "Aren't you Katniss Everdeen?" she asks.

"No," I say, "My name is Katniss Mellark."

She looks me in the eyes than laughs, "Oh of course you are!" she says, "I am sorry, in all the books they call you Everdeen. Guess they should be updated shouldn't they! How is your husband anyways?"

"He's well. He's probably at home right now taking care of the children."

"Oh, and may I ask where you are heading?"

"I'm off to District 2 for the summer. I need a little vacation from home and I thought I could check up and see how all the districts are doing."

"How lovely! I'm going to visit my niece in District 7."

"Oh ARE YOU?" I say in the best capital accent I can. Them I cover my mouth. What have I just done? You can't make fun of people with the capital accent right in front of their face Katniss! Maybe going to see Gale is having some sort of influence on me.

The woman looks at me in disgust then changes seats. I scream out an apology to her but she disappears into the other side of the train. I get filthy looks from the people who had been listening in on our conversation. The era of the capital is over, these are just everyday people now.

I can't control who I was in the past, or who these people were. I picture everybody on the train wearing their large puffy capital clothing in a variety of colours. The man's skin turns a vibrant yellow and his hair a highlighter pink shade. As he blinks, sparkles emit from his eyelashes. I bury my face in my hands and scream. It's these moments when my mind overcomes what is reality that I lose control.

I need somebody to comfort me. I need Peeta. No, I don't need Peeta. I can do this without him. I know I can. I need to be strong. When I have my nightmares I have to imagine him next to me, the old him. The boy that I had loved before he was hijacked. Even though Peeta no longer thinks I am a deranged mutt, he still thinks less of me than he once did.

I knew it was wrong, trying to turn Peeta back into what he once was. I can't reconstruct him with his memories of me all torn apart. The hijacked Peeta will live on. President Snow had ruined my life completely.

Sometimes, I really wish I killed Snow instead of Coin. I wish I could have killed Snow myself instead of letting those crazed people or himself do it for me. I could have killed Snow, THEN Coin. I wasn't thinking straight at the time.

The train suddenly begins to slow down and I notice that we made it to District 2. I slowly rise to my feet getting the stares of disgust that I know so well, and make my way to the doors when they slowly slide open. I take a minute to breathe in the air then step outside.

Why are you doing this? He may have killed your sister. Why would you come all this way to visit him? Why is it even after marrying Peeta, you still have a desire to see him again?

Gale's face on the TV screen lingers in my mind from when I looked up from Peeta. He seemed to have barely aged at all. He also seemed very happy. His important military job must be treating him well. I can't help but wonder what he does. Nobody ever told me much about him. They always seemed to avoid the topic of Gale completely. Like he was an unwanted blemish on my face that nobody dared mention, but there it stayed.

The Nut seems to be nothing now. It's former glory has levelled down to a small hill barely visible from afar. I remember Gale suggesting that we blow it up killing hundreds of innocent people. They were to all die like our fathers. Why had Gale suggested this? Why am I here?

"Katniss?" a voice says from behind me. I turn to see a strange man with a long moustache and very good posture.

"That's me," I say, "What can I help you with?"

"Why are you here?" he asks, "Shouldn't you be home with Peeta? Is he here with you."

"I needed some time alone," I reply, "I needed to get away from my stressful life for a while and come and check out the other districts."

"You shouldn't be here," he says, "You don't belong here."

"And why don't I exactly?"

"Because Gale Hawthrone is here."

Gale.

"Why does that even matter?" I ask.

"Katniss," says the man, "He came here to get away from you. Now that your here in District 2, he's going to have to leave again. He can't face you Katniss."

"And who are you to tell me what to do?"

"My name is Micah and I work with Gale. He's told me all about his relationship he had with you."

"Did he? Well, how about you don't tell him I'm here. I want to drop by and see him before I leave. Just to say hello. I wont stay long. Any chance I can get his address?"

Micah sighs and slowly begins writing something down on a small sheet of paper and hands it to me. "Don't upset him mockingjay."

"I wont. I promise."

I wonder if Enobaria would let me stay with her? Probably not. I need somewhere to stay. Maybe it's possible some sympathetic family would be willing to take in a lost mockingjay. Or I could always just sleep in the streets. But I have a while until I need to rest my head. I need to go find Gale.