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I look up at Mom now and she looks farther away. She looks away and I can see streams of tears on her cheeks. "Mom! What happened to him!" I yell. Mom looks back at me.
"His "gaurds" weren't actually his gaurds Katniss. They were Snows peacekeepers. The guys who tourtured Peeta when they took him out of the arena." She says. "They hooked up wires on him and electricity shot through his body. That's when he screamed. Kat, He didn't make it." Says a cruel formiliar voice. Not my mother's voice, no, one that makes me shudder. Even though he is not standing in front of me I can still smell his stench of blood and white roses. It is Presidant Snows voice echoing through my mother's body.
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I wake with a start; my breathing hitched. I look around and find a clock that reads 2:00am. I bring my left hand up to my face and rub my eyes. When I bend my left arm i feel a shooting pain in my muscle. I look down and notice I have a needle punckcher mark in my muscle. 'What would they have-' my eyes go wide and I finally relize what happened. 'They druged me!' I think happily. 'Wow who would have thought I would be happy about that? Well, I'm not happy that I was druged but I am happy that Peeta dying was atually a nightmare.' I look around and it's pitch black. I reach over to my side table and turn on the lamp sitting on it. My hand slides down the cool lamp post and onto the smooth table. I run my fingers over an envelope and slowly pick it up. On the front in red ink says one single word for who the letter is adressed too, Katniss. I slip my fingers in the envelope and pull out a pice of paper. I flip it open and in medium red scrawly writing is a letter from Gale; if I haden't noticed he put it there earlier I would have already known by the writing that its his. The letter reads:
'Dear Katniss, I'm sorry that the bomb almost killed Prim. You know you guy's are my family. It was most likely the bomb that I made and for that I am truely sorry. I heard that Prim and Rory are dating and I know you so don't be to hard on them because in all honesty you were pregnant and married before you were 18! I'm sorry I didnt leave you a note when I left for District 2. I know you love Peeta and Kat, that day when you were leaving for the capitol in your first hunger game's, when I didn't know if I was going to ever see you again, I'm sorry I didnt have the nerve to tell you then.I can see in your eyes that you love him. So Kat, I am taking you back to 12; but I will not be staying. I am leaving Katniss, I am going to live in District 2. Just remember Kat, I'm always here if you need to talk.
Love,
Gale.' Tears are pooling in my eyes and I can't help them landing on his letter. Once my tears hit the page the blood red ink starts swimming down the white page, leaving streams and splatters of the stuff that reminds me of little Rue with the spear through her. I watch as it runs and all I can think of is, blood. The ink is like the blood, or me losing my hunting partner, the only other person other than Prim and maybe Peeta that know's me outside of the hunger games or the rebelion, my hunting partner, the person who know's everything about me, my secrets, my past, my fears, and most of my nightmares. Though I do leave out that Peeta and I have know nightmares when in the same bed. Then it finally hits me. 'I'm not only losing my hunting partner, I'm losing my best friend!' I scream and cry, someone runs into my room letting the light in the hallway flicker through the space. My eyes over flowing with unshed tears. I'm not posotive who the person is, well, not untill I hear them speak. There hands grip my wrists and I cry more. I finally stop and I can see him his grey eyes staring caringly bac at me. Even though the broken man standing in front of me seems to be heartless I can see right through him because all in all I can hide my emotions so well nobody ever knows what I'm thinking.
"Well, don't beat yourself up to much, sweetheart, or your going to have to have restraints." says Haymitch.
"Gale! He's going to drop me off in 12 then he's leaving for District 2!" I yell. I stop a while after and Haymitch lets go of my wrists. "What the hell is wrong with my life?" I ask.
"Other than the fact that you and your lover-who now has the urge to sometimes kill you- have been in the games, twice, nothing really." says Haymitch sitting on a chair beside my bed.
"Have you ever wondered what your life would have been like if you hadn't been reaped?" I ask.
"Yes." says Haymitch.
"I do too; I wonder if I would have ever actually met him, Peeta." I say. "I miss my boy with the bread." I whisper to myself.