A/N: Hope you like this Chapter! R&R!

~Fire

I've been in therapy for a week now. The doctors keep mentioning "the girl", but they won't tell me her name. Something about me breaking down and trying to kill someone? I would never.

I'm lying on my bed with my arms strapped down. I'm not trying to get out of my restraints, but I'm nervous and my hands won't stop shaking.

There's a knock on the door, and the doctors stop talking about The Girl and nervously look at me. I'm getting sick of it. They keep looking at me like I'm going to kill them. They look at me with something in their eyes-fear? Whatever it is, I'm tired of it. They go to the door and open it.

A girl with a big smile and long blonde hair comes into the room. It's Delly.

"Peeta? It's me, Delly. From home." She says.

"Delly? Delly. It's you." It's good to finally see a friendly face.

"Yes! How are you doing?"

"I feel awful. Where are we? This doesn't look like home. What happened?" I ask her.

Delly smiles nervously. "Well…we're home, but we're in District 13 now. We live here now,"

"That's what my doctors have been saying. But it makes absolutely no sense. Why aren't we home?" I ask, feeling like she was purposely holding information from me. Just another thing I hated. Everyone had to choose their words carefully around me, as if one wrong word could set me in a frenzy. Who knows, maybe I am dangerous.

Delly bites her lip. Here we go again. I know what she says next will only be the watered down, half truth of the real story. "Well, there was…..there was an accident. I want to go back home, too, Peeta. I was just remembering those chalk drawings we used to make on the paving stones outside of your bakery. Remember when you drew different animals?" She was talking to me like I was a kindergartener. I decided to play along.

"Yeah…..like pigs and things. Horses, and cats…." I fondly remembered me and Delly, much younger, outside a bakery, chalk in our small, outstretched hands. I was drawing a horse, Delly was drawing something. A flower, maybe? My mind settles on what Delly had said before the pavement drawings. I couldn't believe it. She was trying to distract me. I narrowed my eyes.

"You said…..something…something about an accident?" I would not let her evade me this time.

I see her face grow pale, and I see a slight sheen of sweat appear on her forehead as she tries to think of answer that doesn't give away too much information. "It was real bad. No one…no one could stay." I know, I know there's way more to the story than that. She continues. "But I know you're going to like it here, Peeta. The people who live here are incredibly nice to us. There's no shortage of food, there's always clean clothes, and school is much more enticing," She says.

"Why hasn't my family come to see me?" I ask. I miss them so much at times. I wonder what's keeping them.

Delly's eyes sparkle with unshed tears. "They can't." She says. "A lot of people didn't get out of District 12. We'll need to make a new life here," She says. Then she changes the subject. Again. "But I'm sure 13 needs a good baker. Don't you remember when you and your dad made all those dough boys and girls? And the gingerbread men, and-" I interrupt her.

"There was a fire," I realize.

"Yes." Delly whispers.

"Twelve burned down, didn't it?" I say. Then I realize who it was. Katniss. "It was because of her." I saw accusingly. "It was because of Katniss!" I shout. I frantically try to get out of the restraints that are circling my wrists. I need to get out, I need to kill the mutt. Katniss was the one who killed all the ones I love. I hated her with all my heart.

Delly looks sympathetic. But I don't want her sympathy. I wanted revenge. "No, Peeta, don't say that. Peeta, it wasn't her fault. She didn't burn down twelve." Delly says.

But I refuse to believe her. I narrow my eyes again. "Did the mutt tell you that?" I hiss in her direction.

The white door opens suddenly, and Delly tries to edge away towards the opening in the wall. "She didn't have to, Peeta. She's not a-" Delly begins.

I need to warn her. I need to warn them all. They are all falling into the same trap, and if I don't warn them, Katniss will hurt them!

"She's lying! She's a mutt! She's a liar! You can't trust a word she says! She's some sort of a filthy mutt, created by the Capitol to kill us all! Don't trust her! Please, listen to me! Don't trust her. She's a mutt!"

My voice raises an octave. "SHE'S A FILTHY MUTT WHO CANNOT BE TRUSTED WITH ANYTHING! KILL HER NOW, WHILE YOU CAN! KILL HER BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!"

Delly opens her mouth. "No, Peeta, she's not a mutt, and she didn't-" Delly tries to convince me Katniss isn't a mutt again. But I won't hear any of it. I need to warn her.

"Delly, you can't trust her! Don't trust anything she says! I did, once, and look what she did! She tried to kill me! She killed my friends! She killed my family! Don't even look her in the eye! Don't go anywhere near her! She's a filthy mutt! She burned District 12!" I say, trying to get through to her.

A hand pulls a frightened Delly through the doorway, and slams the door. But I won't give up.

"Delly! Don't trust her! She's a mutt! A stinking mutt!"

The doctors in my room scribble frantically, writing down my words. Maybe they believe me. But before I can ask, something cold drips into my veins from my drip. I fall unconscious almost immediately. I'm glad for the oblivion. I close my eyes, and let the world fade away.

A/N: Well, this was a long chapter. I don't know when I'll be able to update again, but I promise it will be soon! :D Review please!

~Fire