New chapter! Woop Woop! I promise to get the next out before Mockingjay comes out on the 20th, trailer look awesome other than the lack of Finnick :(

Thanks as always to my wonderful beta WindSongSpringHeart, you are an amazing help!

Friends

KPOV

Really? I was the one who was gone? What ever gave him the right to think that I, someone who was trying to hold themselves and their life together and make it better, was worse than a guy who had purposely steered his life into a train? No one was more important to me than my sister and that's the way it should be. I had tried to hold it together, to pretend I cared about a girl who had done nothing but wreck my family. I had faked interest in her stupid training and protected her, yet more was expected from me. Hadn't I done enough? I deserve to spend time with my family and not this surrogate one I had formed in their bitter absence.

"She has to die. She's going to anyway!" I spat at Peeta's retreating frame. He paused when he heard the bitter words fly off my tough. His head didn't move, though. His eyes didn't turn to meet mine. He simply paused, then kept on walking. Flames burned in my palms, the physical manifestation of the harsh feeling that burned inside of me. Their orange light danced on my palms, waiting patiently to escape the bounds of my self-control. Slowly, the sleeves of my brown sweater began to feel their heat. The edges began blackening and sending a smell of rotting fabric into the otherwise clean hallway, shoving aside the smell of bleach that had called this room its home.

"Jesus, Katniss! Stop burning your clothes! It stinks in here!" Jo yelled. Holding her hand over her nose as she ran into the room, waving her free hand around her.

"Sorry!" I replied sharply in a tone that didn't match the definition of the word as I ceased the flames life.

"Thank you" she replied in an equally sharp tone. Silence hung in the air between us as both tried to figure out what to say.

"You really mucked up this time, Kat," Jo explained, shattering both the silence and my hope that she would hear what happened from me first and not them.

"They told you," I pointed out, knowing the answer without even having to ask.

"Of course they did. Did you really think I wasn't going to notice your little yelling match from anywhere in this building? Everyone heard it, Kat. Everyone," she replied, her tone emphasising the last word. Though her meaning was lost on me, I was sure that she didn't want that. "Kat, Annie heard you!" she added, her tone angry now, the change in emotion trigged by the clueless expression of my face and my lack of willingness to answer.

"So?" I asked, confused as to why Jo was angry about me hurting a girl I knew she didn't care about either. Words were not the method she used to respond to my comment. Instead, she simply choose to let her actions speak for her; turning to walk away from me. However, before she disappeared from sight, she spoke one final message.

"Don't you think that girl is going through enough without you projecting your incapability to care for your sister on to her? Did you ever stop to think about the girl locked in a cupboard, thinking about her death that heard you yell that she should die? Did you even stop to think about the fact that she only has a few people she trusts left, Kat? Because I'm guessing you didn't."

"I know you agree with me Jo. Everyone knows" I remarked, angered by her hypocritical stance.

"Agreed, Katniss. Some of us understand when our friend actually loves someone."

With her words she left, and with her she took the last strand of my self control. Allowing the flames to take over, They hit the wooden bench up against the wall, turning it into a ball of flames. The silence of the room after she left was shattered by the piercing sound of the fire alarms and the sound of the water pouring from the sprinklers.

PPOV

"She's going to die, Peeta," he mumbled as I walked around the corner to join the one friend I wasn't doubting my relationship with since five minutes ago.

"No she's not, Finn. It will be fine. We will figure a way around this," I tried to reason, though the words felt more for my benefit than his. The idea that the girl I view as my sister was going to die had been circling my head for nearly as long as I had known her. Only knowing the fact she knew it too had brought it to the forefront of everyone's mind. Now that she knew, we couldn't keep it pushed down any more into the dark corners of our minds. Now we had to think about it as it danced on the center stage of all our minds. Knowing she would die I could stomach now. I had always known. But the idea of seeing her dead body, an image which was haunting me, and knowing that I could do nothing to prevent it, made me not only hate the idea of her dying, but also made me hate myself for not doing anything to try and prevent it. Logic told me that I couldn't and I would just have to live with that, but my heart told me that I was useless. Seeing her curled up in that corner had allowed my heart to win over and now the idea of her death was all I could think about.

"No. She will die. And you know it," Finn told me. Although, if you were basing who he was talking to off of where he was looking, you would think he was talking to the floor. I opened my mouth to deny this, but no sound came out. Instead all I saw was her dead body lying on a cold floor.

"I know," I mumbled, sinking against the wall next to him. "I failed her," I added, allowing myself to sink into the state of despair I had been fighting to stay out of for years.

"I'm her killer. You should just arrest me now," he laughed bitterly.

"It's not your fault," I answered, turning my head to see his profile leaning against the wall next to me, his eyes now moved to the wall.

"I'm sorry she found out Peeta. I should have been trying harder to block her. I should have known better, it's just-," he was begginning to rant but I stopped him. I had already fallen into darkness. There was no reason for him to join me. Anyway, Annie needed him more than me. While I was able to ease the pain she felt, I could never fully alleviate it.

"You were overwhelmed by emotion. I know Finn. I've broken down before and you know that, it's-"

"A LOT to take" he finished, nodding his head in agreement.

"Yeah," I agreed. I saw no reason to blind him with reason about how it might not have been him she heard it from or how he had no choice in this matter. That wouldn't help him.

"Finn, go talk to her," I begged. His face whipped around to face me, his eyes wide with shock at my suggestion, like I had just suggested boiling live puppies to take away the depression.

"No. It won't help her," he reasoned.

"Yes it will. I know you love her, Finn," I began, he opened his mouth to stop me at this accusation but I continued. "I know, Finn. It's really obvious. Has been for years. I know she cares about you, too. Please, just go tell her that. If she really did hear it from you, she knows you don't want this, and chances are, she knows how much you care, too." When I finished, he had straightened up and was now standing without support.

"Are you sure?" he asked, with a hint of something I hadn't heard in his voice since the house burned down.

"Positive. Go help my sister, Finn. Go help her like I can't," I begged him. He nodded and began to walk away, though not before thanking me.

I stayed up against the wall even after he left. However, the bombardment of water from the overhead sprinklers soon made me move to see what had happened.