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Here's the latest chapter, hope you like it. Oh and I have started another competition, first person to PM(not review, no spoilers) me with what happened to Annie will get four surprise prizes, 2nd person will get 3, 3rd with get two and the fourth will get 1. Come on and guess guys!

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Guilt

KPOV

It wasn't a sudden movement. This wasn't a bomb that exploded and changed the entire landscape of our lives in a split second. No. This was more slow than that. Gracefully, it spread its carnage across time, ripping into our present, destroying our futures and shaking our past. Gradually, people began to whisper and leave quickly. Then the whispering stopped and the yelling began, shocked and terrified yelling, spreading into the room I had forced myself into before I did something I would regret. I needed my sister, they couldn't understand that. And they most definitely wouldn't understand what my ego desperately wanted me to do while my ID held it back. It was like bait, tempting me out of my room with its tantalizing news, even though it was wrong. When I heard, guilt ripped apart all of the hatred that had once been inside of me. Annie was dead, and I may have driven her killer to do it.

I had to find them. Breaking the prison bars I had built, I raced to Jo's room. Empty. Finn's room, empty. Peeta's room, occupied.

"Thank god, you're here- what are you doing?" I asked as I processed the suitcase on his bed.

"I can't stay here, they'll pull me into it when they examine the... Her- her..." he trailed off unable to say the final word.

"Peeta, what happened?" I questioned. He couldn't have killed her, could he? No, he was virtually her brother. It was impossible, wasn't it?

"Death Camas " he sighed as he continued grabbing his belongings to shove them into his suitcase.

"What's that?" I asked, moving to be infront of his line of vision.

"It's a plant which produces a toxin which is lethal in the right quantities, causing muscle convulsions and eventual death" he explained, reciting the details like his abc.

"So?" I asked though it came out more like a beg. Please say I'm wrong. I'm usually wrong, but now I'm admitting it. Please just let me be wrong.

"It causes breathing constrictions and cardiac failure as well as pin point pupils and convulsions," he continued, now zipping up the barely full suitcase.

"Peeta, what did you do?" I asked slowly, his details matched up with fractures of the gossip that had drawn me out of my room in the first place.

"I didn't do anything! But that won't stop them from connecting the dots and coming to a false conclusion. I can't stay here! I won't let them lock me away for something I didn't do!" he yelled, the ferocity of his voice matched the level of anger that he used when he tugged the suitcase off the bed and made for the door. Impulsively, I positioned my body between him and the hallway, refusing to let him leave me, too. "Let me through, Katniss," he demanded, his voice slow and deadly.

"No, we need you," I pleaded, standing strong like a plinth stopping his idiotic plans.

"There's plenty of agents and gases made, use them," he pointed out like he was just a pointless machine that could be broken and replaced.

"I need you," I begged as he shoved me out the way with his final words.

"You had your chance Katniss for that. We both know Gale was always your first choice." His words alone made me quiver with regret and fear as I sank onto his bed. I knocked over the cup of tea on the floor, allowing its brown liquid to puddle below me. It grasped at everything around it, pulling them into its watery grasp, including my bare feet. When I reached down to pick up the cup, one of its victims caught my eye. The corner of the paper had already absorbed some of the liquid and was begging to be saved. At first it looked harmless, just a random piece of notepad paper that had been folded and discarded. It was when I turned it over to see the name scrawled on the outside of the paper that it set in how non-random it was.

Peeta's name stared back at me from the paper, sending my blood cold. While I couldn't be certain, the hopeful part of me pleaded with my common sense that it was the recently departed Annie who had written it.

Without a second thought, I ran through the corridors, desperate to find him. There must have been some payback active from the misery of her death that needed to be counteracted because I found him.

"Peeta!" I yelled seeing his form retreating towards a parked taxi. He turned, saw me running and held up his hand to the cab to wait.

"What is it?" he sighed, running his hand over his face. He looked truly broken. He was still wearing his pajama top and had obviously pulled on his jeans with little thought to them or the well worn trainers on his feet. His hair was unkempt and messy, a true bed head. He didn't look like a seventeen year old should, he looked like a man broken by the terrors of war.

"I found this and I think you should see it," I told him as I handed over the letter. As he unfolded it and his eyes began to rake over its contents, his hands began to shake more and more with every word until a stray tear dropped down onto the paper. Carefully his refolded it and gently placed it into his pocket, wiping away a stray tear he said, "Thank you, but I have to go. Sorry," he choked out before climbing into the cab and pulling the door shut. I opened my mouth to speak but he was already gone, the cab disappearing down the road. At that very moment I had no clue how I would continue with my life. Peeta had left and my life had lost the purpose I had been given at an early age. Maybe I would figure it out, maybe I wouldn't. All I knew is that as I walked back to inside I was walking into carnage.

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