This seems very filler-ish and I'm sorry. I've been gone all weekend and I just needed to update because everyone has been so nice and encouraging. But anyways onto the story!

Suzanne Collins.. The Hunger Games.. She's a lucky duck.

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I ran to the woods until I couldn't run anymore. I climbed over stray roots and ducked under reaching branches. I was a good distance in the woods when I decided there was enough space between myself and Peeta. I sat on a boulder and tried to think through the events of the past few days. Every time I try to make sense of the night Peeta hallucinated, the pain on my shoulder becomes searing. I stop trying to understand that night because it is in my past and I need to get over it.

I move onto the conversation I just had with Peeta. For a minute or two it felt like he cared for me and was the old Peeta. But then he took himself away from my grasp and I just feel empty. I tried so hard to keep that thought out of my mind, but in reality, I miss his warm body holding mine. I miss the contact and the safe feeling. I never thought I needed protecting, but now when I wake up to nightmares I just want someone there to hold me through it.

And I don't want just anyone, I want Peeta.

This realization sends me into a pit of despair. I can't want Peeta, what good will that do? I seem to only bring harm and pain to anyone I ever care about. I'm full of destruction and I'm beyond repair. I don't deserve him and I don't deserve any embrace from him. When Haymitch said I could live a thousand lifetimes and still not deserve him-he was correct. He's so good and pure and faithful, I'm broken and insecure and hollow. I hurt everyone.

Annie is without a husband and expecting a child, my mother is a hopeless workaholic, Gale is off doing only God knows what with bombs and my beautiful, young, and sweet sister is dead. I just cannot seem to do good things for people.

I realize now that I'm no good for anyone and the tears just won't stop. I sit on the boulder with my knees pulled up to my chin. I'm trying to hide my face because I know I'm crying and I need to smother my sobs.

This must have been why I never heard the pack of wild dogs.

When I hear the gentle hum of a quiet snarl I look up. I see I'm surrounded and suddenly realize I left my bow at Peeta's house. I'm virtually defenseless and my mind is thinking a mile a minute of ways I can somehow escape this. I decide I can maybe fend them off at least enough to wound them and make my escape. I grip a stray rock by my right hand ready for my attack. I'm holding my pose on the boulder until the right moment to strike. Finally, while the pack leader seemed to be growling to the others, I fling the rock hard and it hits the target right in the eye. It's down for the count, except the other four dogs are anything but. All four of them lunge at me right at the same time.

It was then I wished I had done more than hug Peeta today because I know I'm going to die by the teeth of these wild dogs.

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I just love leaving chapters off with an ending like that haha but fear not-I should have another chapter up in a couple hours :) As always review and tell me your thoughts. What do you think will happen with Katniss? Will she survive? (silly question I know… lol) And what about that realization up there? Hmmm things are gonna get interesting ;)