Anger rushes back into me. I can feel the heat in my face and I know it's turning red. My son was kidnapped because of me. I turn to look at Peeta, but he's gone. I don't know when he left or where he went, but I don't care. I walk out of the front door picking up the rabbit head and walk over to Haymitch's. I don't really know what I'm going to do or say all I know is that I have to talk to him. I walk up the steps leading to his front door and can tell that something is off. I smell freshly baked goods and hear laughter. This is unusual from Haymitch's usual rotten-smelling, quiet home. I knock on the front door and Haymitch answers it with a smile on his face. My eyes flicker to the dining room that's visible from the front door. At first I don't recognize her without her wacky colored wigs and her face covered with makeup, but it's Effie Trinkett. As soon as I see both of them, I start crying. I don't know why I start, but I can't stop. Haymitch's hand guides me inside the house and he shuts the door when I'm inside. They try to get me to calm down, but I can't hear either of them over the sound of my crying. After what seems like hours of crying I finally run out of tears.
"What's wrong sweetheart," Haymitch asks me.
"Baylor's gone. Somebody took him. It happened last night. There was a knock at the door this morning and Peeta and I thought it would be him, but it was this," I raise up the rabbit's head with the Mockingjay burned into it.
"Is that your Mockingjay symbol?" Effie asks trying to hold back tears. I nod my head because I fear that I'm going to start crying again.
"Where's Peeta at?" asks me.
"I don't know. I turned back to look at him and he was gone." As the last words come out of my mouth I know exactly where he is. I walk out of Haymitch's house, leaving the rabbit on the kitchen table, and walk towards our house. When I get in the house I head towards the steps that lead to the basement.
"Peeta…" I whisper down the basement steps. I hear crying and know that he's down there. I walk down the steps not knowing what awaits me. By the time I get to the bottom of the stairs I can barely see, but I know exactly where he is because I have had to coax him out of this spot many times before. I sit down on the cold floor next to him, and take his head into my lap.
"I'm sorry Katniss. I had to stop myself, so I came down here."
"I know. I've helped you many times before," I say in my sing song voice that I only get when talking to my son.
"It's just that I haven't seen that in so long. The thoughts came rushing back like a flood. All I wanted to do in that moment was kill you even though I know that those memories aren't real. That they're just from the hijacking." I softly stroke his blonde hair that's grown out a bit. When he lets his hair grow out it gets curly. Not huge man made curls like Effie's old wigs, but soft natural curls that surround his face perfectly. The first time his hair grew out long enough to have those blond curls it was strange. I had never seen him like that, but it gave him a new quality. It was refreshing to see something that hadn't been made by the Capitol, but was of his own being. Baylor looks just like him, which makes me happy. Well, looked. I don't know what to think, but it was nice not to think about how my life is crumbling down, how all my walls are breaking and I feel like I'm drowning. I just want to find him. I get up off the cold basement floor and walk towards the creaky wooden steps that will lead me upstairs.
"Where are you going?"
"I have to get out of this house. I feel like I'm about to die from the sadness."
"I'll come with you, and don't try to stop me." I don't refuse his offer to come. I want him to come with me because he's the only stable thing I have left. We walk upstairs and head towards the front door. We walk out of the door and down the marble steps that leads to the path out of the Victor's Village. As we walk towards the town square there is a loud shriek. I run towards the square where the new televisions have been put in. The other ones got destroyed in the bombings, and it's still important that we can see the updates that are happening in the Capitol. It has the same name, but it's not the same Capitol. They say that they're trying to think of names for all the districts and the Capitol. Kind of like before, hundreds of years before. Back when they had that democracy. All the thoughts leave my mind as my eyes see the screens. It's my boy. The small boy with blonde with little curls. The boy who looks so much like Peeta you wouldn't believe that he is my child also. I feel Peeta's hand fall on my shoulder and I can hear him trying to catch his breath.
"Mama...Mama these people said that you did a bad thing. They said that you ruined their lives. Mama I'm scared." I turn into Peeta and sob. He puts his hand on my head and strokes my hair. All I want to do is kill. Peeta lets go of me and soon we are back inside Haymitch's house.
"What are we going to do," I ask Haymitch, who is sitting across the table from me.
"Who could he be talking about?" Peeta says from across the room.
"People from the Capitol," I say, more to Haymitch than Peeta who asked the question. I expect Haymitch to back me up on this.
"The people of the Capitol wouldn't do something like this sweetheart. At least the new people. It's been a few years since you brought down the Capitol. The people of the new Capitol are grateful. They applaud you." I look up from staring at my hands. I know who would want revenge for what I did to them. "They're from Thirteen."