Author's Note

Okay…Okay! I know this update is a little late…BUT since I didn't get it in on Tuesday, I am going to update TWO chapters today! Maybe three! Thanks so much to all the people who subscribed to story alert and to my few special reviewers who helped me get this story started!

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I now present to you...CHAPTER FOUR!

What If?

Katniss POV

Amnesia? Oh no. I've heard this word before.

Where do I remember this? I think. Then, a memory floods into my brain.

***Flashback***

"Lily," My dad said to my mom.

"Is Vince okay? I found him in the woods and it didn't look very good. His head was bleeding really badly, and he said it was because he fell 25 feet from a tree and hit his head on a rock." My dad said, worried.

My mom sighed deeply and said, " Vince has permanent amnesia."

I saw my fathers face go from hopeful to crushed in an instant.

"Are you sure?" He asked. "He didn't remember anything?"

My mom's eyes were sad. "I'm really sorry honey," She said to him. "Not a thing."

***End***

I remember listening to my parents' conversation, and also how Vince was my father's best friend. Later that night, I admitted to my dad how I overheard them talking, and I asked him what amnesia was.

I could see the small hurt in my dad's eyes from mentioning Vince, but he told me anyway. Amnesia is when someone forgets everything. Who they are, their life, loved ones, everything.

This. Isn't. Happening. Why can't bad things ever happen to nasty people? Why does this have to happen to Prim, who is the only person in this world I am sure I love? Why?

I close my eyes and try to calm down.

"Mom?" I whisper. "Is this like Vince's case?"

My mom stood frozen with shock for a second, then she answered softly, "No, Katniss. Since Prim's amnesia is temporary, she can get her memory back. Vince…he…he couldn't."

I find myself becoming angry. "What does she have to do to get her memory back?" I don't yell, but my mom can sense the anger in my voice.

"Well…" My mother starts. "Um…Prim has to remember her greatest memory…"

"I don't understand," I say simply. Her greatest memory? What's that supposed to mean?

"Basically it means that something has to trigger Prim's favorite or best memory. Like, your best memory might be…with your father, or a time in the woods? Prim has to have a memory like that." My mother explains.

"So…basically Prim has to remember her greatest memory?" I ask.

She nods slowly.

I squint my eyes at her, becoming angry. I know something's up. Why else would I feel like she's lying?

"What's the catch?" I ask.

"Well…you see…" My mother takes a deep breath. "If Prim is unable to remember her greatest memory….then her memory won't return." There it is.

I close my eyes and try to calm down, but this time, it doesn't work.

What if Prim's memory doesn't come back? I think. Out of nowhere, all the questions that I cant figure out come back to me.

What if Prim doesn't get her memory back? Why did Gale hit Prim in the first place? Why wasn't I there? Why did I go visit Peeta instead of making sure Prim was safe first? Why was Gale injured? Why did it take Prim's screams to get me to rush over to her? Will my little duck ever come back to me?

I open my eyes, and realize I'm breathing hard.

"NO!" I shout. I know my mother is just telling me the truth, but it still hurts.

"Katniss…" She says. By the tone of voice she is using with me, I know she is just trying to get me to stay calm.

"NO! You CAN'T take her away from me!" As I yell, tears are streaming down my face.

I can't take it anymore. I need to go. Somewhere. Anywhere. So I have go to the first and only place I can think of. The woods.

I turn away from my mother and face Prim. Uh-oh. I forgot she was in the room.

Prim looks scared. She probably thinks she is in a house full of crazy people because has no idea what's going on.

I lock eyes with Prim, but before she can make me change my mind and get me to stay, I whisper, "I'm sorry Prim."

With that, I run out the door and to the woods. I finally reach the loose part of the fence, and easily slide under. Just being in the woods completely changes my attitude. I take a few deep breathes, and my anger melts.

Now, onto business. Where's the best place to think?

I immediately want to go to the place my father showed me as a child. It has a breath-taking view of a small lake surrounded by pretty flowers, like Primroses, Lilies, Katniss roots in the pond, and a lot of strong, sturdy trees. Next to the lake is this little stone house, with a fireplace, and a small countertop. I remember countless hours spent here by my father and I, out hunting or swimming. No wonder I love this place. It's like a second home to me. One just me and my father knew about. After my father died and I met Gale, I thought about showing him, but somehow, I could never bring myself to it.

Now that I think about it, I wish desperately that I could go there even though I know I shouldn't. It's a 45 minute walk and by the time I do that, it will be nearing sunset.

I sigh and settle on going to Gale and my rock. It's not far from where I am now, so I start walking. In ten minutes I get to our rock. I enter the clearing, and that's when I see him. Holding my bow.

My body tenses as our eyes lock. I turn around, running. Gale's almost as fast as me, so he barely manages to catch up. I stop, but I don't turn around to face him. I sigh, knowing the reason Gale ran after me. He wants to talk.

Gale puts his hand on my shoulder. I flinch. He notices, and drops his hand from my shoulder. Normally, I don't let people touch me unless its Gale or Prim, but right now I'm furious with Gale and want to be as far away from him as possible.

"Catnip…hear me o-" Gale starts, but I don't let him finish.

"Don't. Call. Me. That!" I hiss at him.

Now, I turn around and kick him as hard as I possibly can.

Right in the place where the sun-don't-shine.