HEY GUYS I KNOW THAT I HAVE NOT UPDATED FOR A WHILE BUT THE MORE REVEIWS THAT I RECEIVE THE FASTER THAT I WILL UPDATE. ALSO I AM STARTING A NEW STORY CALLED FREAK. FREAK WILL BE A TWILGHT AND VAMPIRE DIARIES CROSSOVER STORY. IN THIS STORY BELLA IS A FOURTEEN YEAR OLD SCIENTIST THAT PROPOSES THE IDEA OF THE SUPERNATURAL. OF COURSE NOBODY BELEIVES HER SO SHE EVENTUALY GETS KICKED OUT F THE SCIENTIFIC COMMUNITY ALL TOGETHER. AFTER MULTIPLE YEARS OF LIVING WITH HER MOM SHE DECIDES TO GO LIVE WITH HER DA ONLY TO MEET SUPPOSED FAKE NOW ON TO THE STORY.

Recap:

"Let me see you back." She demanded as I turned around and pulled my shirt over my head.

Story:

Tears rolled down my face as I thought of all of the scars Johanna would soon see engraved into my skin. Pulling my shirt completly over my head I heard an intake of breathe come from behind me.

"Katniss...I am so sorry for you. i don't know how you still manage to survive after everything that you loved has been taken from you within a few short years." she rasped, voice scratchy from not speaking for the hours she has been searching for Katniss.

"I am fine..I do not need nor want your pity" I said as I glared at her.

"Sweetie you need help. You could come and live with Haymitch and I. We would take care of you and make sure you are ok. After time we would even become friends."

"Look I get it you feel bad for me. Well so does everyine else in the district, but you do not see them begging me to come and live with them. Everyone has responsibilities here. Mine just happed to be planning a small burial ceremony for Prim and taking care of a women I despise with all of my being."

Righ now I could feel was sorrow and pain. Sorrow for losing the only thing that was holding me together. Without my little duck I fear I may break soon. Pain for obvious reasons. One I have large gashes running vertically down my all of the fresh wounds that I still bear from my dad diying have opened up again.

Johanna still not atking the hint that I want to be alone follws me into the smal hut. After sitting in silence for multiple hours listening to the crackle and pop of the fire I decided that I should get back soon so that I would still be able to naavigate my way through the woods.

Behind me I could hear the loud clomping of Johanna's feet as she tried to manuever through the forest. key word there tried. Making my way past the villagers they all gave me looks of pity and sorrow as if they expected me to break doen crying any moment now. Finally after marchingh through countless alley ways I see the old shack that I fear will fall down soon. Standing on the porch was my mother with a grim expression on her face. She was looking off into the distance in a trance like state. My pace picked up as I grew nearer knowing that she would want a hot meal before we bury Prim tonight.

when my foot lightly treaded on the steps my mothers hand caughtnmine. Menacingly she whispered in myh ear, "don't make supper tonight we have other plans."

Following through tthe door I suddenly grew wary of the women that I call my mother. Before I walked through the once screen door I looked back to see Johanna's frantic eyes. Qickly I mouthed to her 'run.' She ran and just like that I was once again left alone with a women that I am terrified of.

She led me through the house until we came upon the bed room where the was a liquid substance coating everything.

She came at me from behind. The next thing that I knew was everything was fading into blankness.

Heat. All that I could feel was heat radiating off of the fire surrounding I opened up my eyes I could see the fire dancing across the abyss infront of me. If I wasn't on the ground withering in pain from the scortching heat may have considered the fire beautiful . Lyrical even. The fire danced across my skin not missing a beat. Franticcally after I was knocked out of my stupor I realized 5that if I didn't want to die I would have to find a way out of the small shack.

I turned in circles careful not to burn anymore of the clothing that I was wearing. Finally I breathed to myself in a sigh of releif. In the corner near the bed a plank of wood was still untouched by the raging fire.

I couldn't comprehend anything. My only thought was surviving. No matter how hard I tried to come to the realization that my own mother just tried to kill me. To me that was unfathomable perposterous even, sure she may not love me or even ike me but why would she try to kill me .

Suddenly everything made sense again. i knew why Prim went to the Hunger Games I knew why my mother set the use on fire. Everything that ever happened to me in mybshort life was because of her. I saw red and a blinding rage went through me. Before I even noticed what I ha done I kicked the planked out from underneathe the roaring flames and slithered out of the huouse. My mother was a true snake that was for sure.

Running through the streets for the third time this day alone I swiftly made my way to the black market, on the other side f the seam. Away fro where all of the peacekeepers seemed to lurk around behind every corner. There standing before me was the women that i hated with a ll of my being. Most people say that hate is a cruel word I say that it should be used sparingly for thpse who truly haunt you with your darkest secrets and even darker past. The very people that caused the pain.