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I swallow dryly and nod my head as I sit down in front of her. She glances at me one more time before looking at the test. She tells me the result and looks at me, waiting for my reaction.

"Okay well," she says hesitantly. "I think it's positive."

My entire body freezes as she stares at me. I cannot move my mouth but even if I could, I'm not sure if I would have anything to say. The first things I feel- really feel- are the tears coming out of my eyes. And it all just comes apart from there.

"What do you mean you think?" I snap. "Do you think or do you know?"

"I- I don't know," she sputters. "It was negative before but now it's positive, and it doesn't look like it's changing back again!"

"It was negative before?" My entire body has gone from immobile to a shaking mess. "Isn't it the first result? Doesn't that mean it was negative?"

"I- I don't..." She stops herself and takes a deep breath. Her eyes are watering too when she looks at me. "Katniss, I don't think so."

"It could be." She just shakes her head at me. I start panting as I feel myself getting more hysterical. "It could still be negative! It doesn't matter if it changes. Right? It's the first result! It has to be."

"Katniss, I'm sorry," she says quietly, looking like she is about to cry.

But she doesn't. I do. My body takes control and starts to panic in a way that my mind wouldn't allow. I hiccup and pant and gasp as I start to cry harder than I have in quite a few years. It hurts more to realize exactly where I am. I've never really broken down in front of anyone. Not even Peeta. But now, I am falling apart right in front of Madge, and there's no way I can stop. The embarrassment of it all almost makes it worse, but my mind doesn't give me much time to think about it. My face is wet from my tears by the time Madge wraps her arms around my torso and hugs me tightly. I grab onto her like a lifeline and cry into her shoulder. My mind and body are aching, and the stress feels like a weight on my back. Crushing me. I feel a stirring in my stomach as if I am about to be sick, but nothing happens. The horrible feeling just dwells there making me feel even weaker. After a few minutes pass, I start to calm down but I am still whimpering into her shoulder. She pats my back but says nothing. When I finally regain my senses, I pull away from her and look down.

"Sorry," I mutter.

"It's okay. It seemed like you kinda needed that." She smiles sympathetically and places her hand on my shoulder. "Look. We can try this again. I'll get another one tomorrow. Okay?"

"Okay." I nod as I wipe the tears off my face. "Do you think there's any chance that it was wrong?"

"Maybe... And maybe I read it wrong. Maybe it is the first result that counts." She pats my shoulder before letting go. "We'll figure it out. So until then, there's no point in freaking out over it. Right?"

"I guess." I sigh as I wrap the test in toilet paper and throw it into the wastepaper basket.

"Come on." She held out her hand. "You said you have some things to tell me anyway. Right?"

I let her help me get up. We return to my room and sit down on the bed and start talking. I tell her about everything: my mother's hatred toward the Mellark's and- indirectly- toward Peeta, her history with Mr. Mellark, how she found my phone, and the specific texts that she found. She gasps and hums and shakes her head at all the right places, so I know that she is still listening even after I have spoken for quite some time. I even cave and tell her that I told Peeta what was going on, and she was more calm about it than I expected her to be. I guess after all that's happened, she doesn't want to get me worked up again. I am happy that she is being so calm with me because it makes it so much easier to talk, and talking is exactly what I need to do right now. She offers little advice, but I'm sure she knows that her listening is enough. We talk for at least an hour before I start to feel like I am falling asleep. Madge takes this as her sign to leave so that I can rest.

"I'll bring another one tomorrow," she tells me before she leaves. "We'll get this straightened out."

I nod and say goodbye to her before returning to my bed and lying down. From downstairs, I can hear Effie saying goodbye to Madge and wishing her a good night in her own over-the-top way. After the front door closes, she starts rambling about what a nice girl that was, but Haymitch doesn't seem to respond to her. After a minute passes, Prim knocks on my door and calls for me.

"Come in, Little Duck," I say tiredly.

I hear the door open, and I listen as she slowly approaches me.

"Hey," she says as she sits at the foot of my bed. "I just wanted to see if everything's okay. I heard someone crying before and-"

"That was Madge," I lie. "And it's kinda private. But don't worry. She's okay now."

"Okay..." she says slowly. "Does it have anything to do with the pregnancy test in the trash?"

My eyes widen, and I thank goodness that I am facing away from her so that she can't see my face.

"Yes," I say hesitantly. "But like I said, she's fine now. It's no big deal."

"Okay." I can hear sadness in her voice, but I'm still not confident enough to look at her. "I'm gonna go downstairs to eat. Do you want anything?"

"No, I'm okay. Thanks, Prim."

She gets off of my bed and slowly walks toward the door. I take a deep breath, only to realize that it was premature.

"Katniss?"

"Yeah, Prim?" I ask without turning to face her.

There is only silence for a few seconds, and I try not to show how nervous it is making me.

"You know you can talk to me if you need to. About anything."

I squeeze my eyes shut, knowing that she's figured it out. But I try again anyway, hoping that it will work.

"Yeah, Prim." I fake a laugh. "I know."

"Just making sure," she says quietly. "Remember that."

"I will," I whisper as the door closes.

Tears well up in my eyes, but I take a deep breath and force them back. I've cried enough already for one day. I sit up and listen as Prim walks down the steps. As soon as she gets to the bottom step, I hop off of my bed and hurry into the bathroom. I grab the pregnancy test from the trash- still half wrapped up in toilet paper- and bring it back to my room. I shove it into my bag and decide that it will stay there until I can find another place for it. A place where my mother will never find it.

Sorry it's a little short, but I'm very busy right now. Next one will be longer! :) Oh and the actual results are in the next chapter... *hides behind Peeta*

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