-I do not own HG; please tell me what you think-

Peeta's POV:

''Do you want to talk?'', I ask.

''That depends on what you want to talk about.'' Katniss says flatly.

''Well Katniss, I think we should come to an understanding'', I say with uncertainty. I don't think that came out like I wanted to.

''Katniss, all I mean…'', I look up at her and she did not take it the way I intended. ''is that we need to know where we are as friends or…more.'' I say skeptically. Now I pressed a button and who knows where we are now? Great Peeta, just push her away further. She starts to get up, but I grab her hand. She tries to pull away but my grip becomes hard pressed.

''Katniss, please let us help each other''. I say this with exasperation. I can see she is about to explode. I am right.

''Why can't you just let me go?'' I can hear the depth to her quick question.

''Why do people want to help me, they don't ask me what I want! They tell me my feelings, my thoughts, they answer for me! I HAVE A VOICE!'' She yells, not so much at me but the world.

''Then why don't you use it?'', says a voice entering the hallway. Haymitch comes into view. Katniss just protectively stands there, glaring at him.

''Oh now you shut up, right when I say something. Hey Peeta,'' he says to us. I nod to him and he continues with Katniss.

''Look who is coming out of her shell, and don't you give me that look. Do you think I want to be here? I am here to tell you from Dr. Aurelius that you better follow instructions that he has left on your answering machine. And that there is only so much he can do to help. I don't want to be here, sweetheart. Oh no, I want to go pop a bottle and drink to oblivion, but it looks like I still play a roll in your life. So, Peeta?'', I look up at him. ''I am out of bread.''

''I can do something about that.'' I say with a smile in my voice.

''See sweetheart, he has gone through hell and back for you and he still puts on a smile. He is a keeper.'' There is a joking quality in voice, but he is sincere. He has already been into a bottle, it is obvious but he still cares, that's evident. ''Girls in the capital would kill to have him, be in your position.''

''No one in there right mind would 'kill' for my position Haymitch!" Katniss says with finality.

''Well they are not in there right mind, are they?''. Haymitch says. No, they are not in their right mind. But Katniss is finished with this conversation and we can all tell. Haymitch leaves a couple seconds later. She stands there helpless. My mind is crammed with all the emotions of the day. I stand up and stare at the back of her head for a while. I don't think she will let me in now, so I quietly leave.

I enter my house and shut the door. It is still around mid-day so I think I will take a nap. I am not a lazy person by far, but my life now tires me. It tires all of us.

Katniss's POV:

What? How do they expect to act when I am so damaged? So in the end I end up back on the couch and fall asleep. My terrors are minor; I assume the bright sun light in my face when I woke up, shone warmth in my slumber. The day rushes back to me. I get up to go into the kitchen when I notice a handkerchief Peeta must have dropped. I remind myself to give to him later. It's all to fast for me, one moment it's me and my inner self and now all of a sudden he comes out of know where. But I am glad he didn't leave me.

I walk helplessly around my house, wishing it were my home. I do not see anything as I wonder around, just emptiness. White walls in my head and on the flat diagonal surfaces holding the building that just traps me. At one point in time I think I fall mentally a physically. I am breaking; the thought haunts me and comforts me. Maybe I will now die, I just want to die.

My thoughts dangerously bounce around in my skull. I feel like crawling out of my inner misery, but what good is that. What does it matter to anyone whether I breathe in the morning or not? I don't see the point in anything. I wish I had eaten those berries. None of this would have happened if I had just died earlier on. It would have saved me as well, along with my family, friends and the lives that did not deserve to die, but I do.

My door opens and my foggy eyes follow the sound. Sae looks down at me, as I am in a bundle of garments at the foot of the stairs by the door. Her eyes look pained and then harden as to pick me up mentally and strengthen me. Who in there right mind wants to hold me up? Her granddaughter walks in after her and shuts the door.

''Help me help her up, will ya?'', Sea asks of her grandchild.

I underestimated her granddaughter's strength, but I tend to be very weak lately which most likely plays a big part.

We walk over to the kitchen counter as Sae starts to prepare dinner. Lucy, I think that is her granddaughter's name, sits ext to me. I have heard talk around the hob about her sanity. Something about this memory brings a smile to my face. When Sae turns around I quickly wipe my smirk off, and return to what ever I am.

Lucy reminds me of me some what, I accept her. I like her. I mentally slap myself; because she comes around here a lot now and I just now even really acknowledge her. Well I said indirectly to her that she could have mom's old yarn.

I let my thoughts roam around my house and the little details when I smell fresh bread. I look up for Peeta, but find Sae pulling a basket around the corner into the kitchen.

''Peeta dropped this by, said he was to busy to stay.''

''Oh'', was all I could say. I lifted the handkerchief from my pocket to my face, as if to make a connection between its owner and it.

We eat some sort of stew with Peeta's bread. After Sae and Lucy clean up, I sit down in front of the fire place. I put this off for a couple of hours, then build up the courage to go to Peeta's house with the excuse of giving him his handkerchief back. I open my door and walk over to his house. I aimlessly knock on his door and wait. He opens up his door a minute later.

''Hey…come in, please'', he says to me.

I don't say anything but take out the fabric and hold it out to him. He chuckles at my childish move and smiles warmly down at me.