I am so sorry for not posting earlier. But I have gotten some messages of my fanfiction in my email that tell me to keep it up, and that they love it so far. Thank you! I HATE to keep readers waiting! I got one message telling me to make sure Peeta visits Haymitch so he will be seen more, especially in this chapter. So, here is chapter 5!

Peeta's P.O.V.

The way she was when I found her. . .

I'll never forget it, even though I want to. I don't think Haymitch will forget either. But she's fine now, right? If Haymitch hadn't broken down the closet door when he did, she would have died in there, without a doubt. I know now that I can't leave her alone again. Who knows what she might do now that we know what she is anticipating for herself. But why would Katniss want that? She stills has her mother, Haymitch, and me. . .

I haven't been here for her. I spent months wallowing in District 13 while Katniss was here, alone, trying to stay alive. But now since I wasn't here to help, she just doesn't want to live at all. At least she has been taking her medication, and is willing to without my demand. That's progress, right?

A knock at the front door breaks me from my thoughts. It must be Haymitch, coming to see Katniss. He hasn't said it, but he cares about her. Alot. Just like I do. I walk over to the door and swing it open, confirming my suspicions. Stands in front of me is a hung-over Haymitch, witha bottle of who-knows-what in his hands. Guess that's his morning meal.

"Hey, Haymitch. Did you come to see Katniss?" I ask while stepping aside, allowing him to enter. He follows my read and comes in. The he says back,

"Yeah. Where is she?"

"Upstairs. Getting, taking her medication. Go" I don't bother to ask Haymitch what he wants to say to Katniss, because I don't need to know. He wants to see how she's doing. Anyone with a heart would.

Haymitch disappears upstairs, so I go back to making breakfast. there's really nothing left to think about our current situation.

"Peeta?" I turn around and see Haymitch, standing at the bottom of the stairs with a big cardboard box. What was in it?

"What is that?" I ask Haymitch casually, because he probably has a bunch of liquor bottles he has left here. Nothing to worry about.

But oh, how wrong I was. Haymitch walks over and places the box on the counter top in front of me. When I look inside of it, the box is filled high with pill bottles. All of the bottles are full. Never touched. I pick one up and exam it closely. These are prescribed to Katniss.

"She's was taking her meds? Looks instead she has been ignoring the fact they were even being sent in."

I was dumbfounded. I don't even know what to think of this. She acted like she had been taking it. She told me she was taking it. How could Katniss just lie?

"What did you say to her when you saw this?" I asked Haymitch, hoping he didn't handle this situation the wrong way.

"That's the other thing I wanted to ask you about." He says, lingering his last word.

"What do you mean, Haymitch?" I ask, starting to get irritated.

Haymitch looks at me for a split second then says, "Katniss isn't even up there, you idiot!" He tells me while laughing. But what he said isn't funny at all. I start to make for the stairs, not believing in his intel, but then he calls after me, "She went hunting, Peeta. You won't find Katniss up those stairs."

I turn around to look at him. He is holding a piece of paper with a strip of tape on it in his hands.

"She left a note on my door. Guess she wanted someone to at least know where she was going off to." walk over to Haymitch and take the note from him. In Katniss' careful handwriting it says,

"Gone to the woods,

- K.E."

Katniss knows I wouldn't have wanted her to go out, that she is in no condition to.

"Chill, lover boy. She'll be back in. Few hours." Haymitch either had to many shots this morning, or doesn't care as my h as I thought he did.

"There is a problem though, Haymitch." I say, looking away from his gaze. He stares at me expectantly. I decide to just tell him rather than wait for his foggy mind to catch on.

"Katniss may never come back again." Who knows where she could be, and what she's really up to?