Peeta POV

I feel her begin to stir against my chest. I loosen my grip on her small frame as not to scare her again. She turns suddenly, sensing the body behind her. Her eyes are glassy when she turns; a dull, unwelcoming dead stare and it scares the shit out of me. Then I see her begin to recognize me.I see the haze begin to fade away and she smiles, but I know that the haze will be back, and this thought alone breaks me all over again. I need her lips on mine, to kiss her again and without thinking I pull her closer to me so that our faces are a mere inches away from each others'. I feel her entire being tense beneath me and I immediately pull away. I am so stupid. Why would she want to kiss me right now. I feel the apology forming on my lips but she beats me to it.

"Sorry. I just..." She breaks down again right in front of my eyes. Her form wracks with sobs and I pull her tight to me, as to keep her together. Because surely if I let go, she will break and be gone for forever. I am instantly filled with guilt. I should not be causing her this pain. All my fault. All my fault. All my fault.

"Don't be. I shouldn't have done that. I am so sorry Katniss." I whisper so that no one but her could possibly hear it. We lay like this for a while : her chest pressed to mine, her head on my shoulder, our arms holding each other together, legs laced in an unbreakable bond. Finally I feel her tears begin to lessen, and her sobs to calm. It almost feels like us again. I imagine her reason as just another nightmare. If only. She is now fully relaxed again but still we remain the same. Then Haymitch walks in.

"Hello Katniss," he begins, trying to be as kind as possible, which may the record hold is nearly impossible for him, although her is doing a rather good job right now. I feel her go stiff again. She sits looking around frantically for any intruder. I pull her into a hug that I hope reassures her. She begins to calm slightly at my reaction and is still very clearly hesitant about Haymitch, and instead of refusing to show her fright, she cowers behind me. This is not like my Katniss at all. My Katniss would have stood straight up and greeted the sheriff with strength, even if it was just an act. They truly managed to break the most strong and independent woman I know and have gotten the privilege to love. "Peeta," he nods to me. I nod tersely in response still holding Katniss close.

"Katniss we need to ask you questions about what happened to you. Okay?" He looks at her as if she is a dying puppy. suddenly I can feel her realization of this as she straightens a little behind me, showing the my Katniss is not gone or fully broken, but cracked.

"Can Peeta stay?" I hear her ask trying to muster strength and I know that she truly isn't gone. I am glad she wants me to be here and I am also bursting to know what exactly happened to her. But I am also terrified of what i will hear.

"Of course dear." He smiles slightly as he pulls a chair out so that he is parallel to the hospital bed we are currently perched on.

"Where do you want me to start?" she asks with a quietness I have never heard in her voice.

"Why don't you start at where you were taken from." He says encouragingly. I look down at her and give a smile wishing her to start.

"I was going over to Peeta's because he had never come and I knew his mother could be ruthless sometimes, so I went to see him." I could hear the venom at the mention of my mother. However all I can focus on is how Katniss' words have only just solidified the fact that this is all my fault. All my fault. All my fault. All my fault.

I feel her hands on the sides of my face pulling it down so that I am forced to look into her eyes. It is almost as if they are saying that it is not my fault. But behind that I see the pain. All my fault.

We both hear the Sheriff clear his throat, edging Katniss to continue. And after a minute she lets go of my face and continues..

"Um... I was almost there when I felt someone following me and then..." She looks down, worried "I… I can't remember much else but the smell now. It was horrible and made me retch." The sheriff is furiously writing things down now. And when he stops to look up she continues. "I woke up in a room, with four white walls. There was nothing in the room but a bed and a window." I hear her breathing began to speed up. Slowly I rub her back lightly, trying to calm her down. "Then a man came in with a needle. I can't remember exactly what he looked like. But...um...he injected the needle and then..."

She paused looking up at me, I give her a tight squeeze, assuring her it was okay to continue, as my hand continued to rub her back. "He told me it would prevent things that happened during my "new kind of work"." I shudder as I realize what she is saying. "Then they sent the first man in." My arms tighten around her as the need to protect her from that is evil is flourishing. "I tried, I really did, but he was so large and I had nowhere to go," She sounds as if she is trying to get Haymitch and I to understand that she did not just allow this, " He… he…" I feel her body shake with the memory of what this asshole did to her. Before my brain fully allows it, I feel the tears leak from my eyes. I hate them. I have never hated a single person in this entire world before, but I hate them, Ihate all of them. I hate them so much that I want to watch as the life drains from their faces. I want to watch them slowly and excruciatingly die for what they have done to my beautiful, perfect, radiant, strong Katniss. I will make sure they pay.

I am pulled from my thoughts by Haymitch's crass voice, beckoning Katniss for more.

"I know this is very hard for you Katniss but in order to find the people who did this to you, I'm afraid you will have to continue."

"He… raped me. After him a new guy was sent in immediately after the never stopped coming. Some would come in with bread and this god awful chicken and would feed me. I was only allotted 30 minutes to eat, when they even allowed it at all. The first day I didn't eat and timed it. And another I didn't finish it before my time was up and the man who brought it in slapped and kicked me, pulled the food away and then did horrible things to me. It was like I wasn't even a person. Although, all of the men who had brought it that day would stand in the corner whilst I ate and they would do the same. They were the worst. Then they would send in another man. They were always older and all of them were larger. Some tried to be kinder. Some just hurt. They never let me sleep. I never saw the same face twice." By the time she is done my face is drenched with tears and my eyes are filled with rage. I will make them pay.