AN; Sorry I didn't update last week my dad dropped my laptop down a flight of stairs last Wednesday and so I had to write this on my ipad, which wasn't a good idea. This chapter is dedicated to the dark euphie your comment made my me laugh so hard.

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The second I opened my eyes my head started throbbing, the light coming through the window made me want to scream. I covered my face with the blanket with every intention of going back to sleep, that is until I heard a knock at the door.

"Time for breakfast," I heard Effie's shrill voice call from the other side of the door. "We have a big, big, big day ahead of us."

I cursed myself for drinking as much as I did as I slid out of bed, ignoring my head ache. I walked toward the dresser and pulled out the first pieces of clothing I saw and changed into them. I then sulked out to the dining room where Effie and Haymitch were sitting.

"How are you feeling?" Haymitch asked as I sat down. I knew he was mocking me for last night so I rolled my eyes, dismissing his question. I ignored Effie's attempts to start any sort of conversation during breakfast but toward the end she announced that we would be in district twelve in five minutes, so I silently thanked her as I got up from the table.

As I stood in front of the train doors, waiting for them to open, I felt my head start pounding harder than before. Haymitch was right, I had a horrible hangover, and it didn't help that I was already sick about returning home. I watched the cameras through the window and I knew that my family was waiting for me.

"Are you ready?" Haymitch asked as he walked to stand beside me.

"Yeah." I barley got the word out before the doors opened reveling the huge crowd of people. There were peace keepers holding most of them back, my mother my sister and Gales family were the only exceptions.

The only person genuinely smiling was Gale's mom, everyone else was forcing smiles except Gale, who had an indifferent expression on his face. Prim was the first to hug me, she walked toward me hesitantly but as soon as she got close enough I pulled her into a bone crushing embrace. It wasn't the same, something was different about the hug, but other than her distance I had no idea what it could be.

"I'm home," I whispered into her ear. "Just like I promised."

"Yeah." was all she said.

My mom, and Gale's family greeted me. And then I was whisked off to the mayors house for a big dinner. When the night was finally over I was taken to my new house in the victors village, where all of our stuff was already moved in. The room I picked was the only one with a window that was facing east, so I could see the sun rising. The decor of the room had been matched in a pale orange color, like leaves in the autumn. The room had its own bathroom, and a closet big enough to store thousands of articles of clothing. The bed was huge, it had a canopy of silk fabric hanging over it, and the comforter was made of the same material.

I started unpacking the few belongings that I had, leisurely looking over everything and reminiscing in the memories that came along with them.

"How are you?" I spun around to see my mother standing in the doorway.

"Fine." I said, going back to sorting my things.

"I'm so proud of you," she sat down on the edge of the King sized bed, folding her hands in her lap awkwardly. "I knew you could win."

"Yeah, well killing three people isn't wining in my book."

"I'm trying here Katniss." She told me.

"It's kind of late for that," I countered. "I'm grown now, I don't need a mother anymore. But you know what would've been nice, if you maybe tried five years ago, if I didn't have to worry that if I didn't have a good hunting day then my baby sister would starve. I don't need you to try now, but that's all I could've asked for then."

"I'm gonna go." She whispered, as she stood and scurried out of the room.

By the time I finished unpacking, it was early into the next day. So I crawled into the bed and let sleep come, momentarily forgetting about the demons that came with it.


I woke myself up with the screams. I turned the lamp on and silently prayed that my mother or Prim didn't hear me. Both of their rooms were on the other side of the house so it was unlikely that I woke them.

I didn't know what to do, sleep was a bad idea and I don't think I could've gotten back to sleep even if I tried. I needed to talk to someone, but everyone was asleep. I thought about going to Haymitch's house, but last time we 'talked' it didn't end very well.

"Katniss," A voice said from the other side of the door, breaking me from my train of thought. Instinctivly I jumped before reasuring myself that it was Prim and Prim wasn't a threat. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah." I told her. She slowly opened the door, and I watched as the dim lamplight spilled across her face, casting shadows under her cheeks and in place of her eyes. She wore a guarded expression, and my heart sunk, because I knew that it was wishful thinking when I assumed Prim didn't change. She sat down on the bed just like mother had a few hours ago. Her eyes were focused on the floor.

"I can't look at you Katniss," She told me. "I can't look at you and see my big sister, the only thing I see now is a Victor, a killer. So I don't want to look at you at all." She was holding back tears, and her fists were clinched around the blanket. I just wanted to wrap her in my arms and tell her that everything would be okay, but I didn't, because I couldn't.

"Prim I did what I had to," I explained to her. "I kept my promise to you, I came home. I'm still Katniss, I didnt change."

"You're not the same girl who I used to know, she wouldn't have killed...him and not have even cared."

"Cato? I put him out of his misery and he tried to kill-"

"Not him!" She interupted.

"The boy from one?" I asked

"Quit playing dumb with me!"

"Who are you talking about?"

"You killed Peeta." She whispered so quietly that I barely heard.