-Well I do not own HG; all credits go to Suzanne Collins.

So I am cooking oat meal at 10:45 p.m., and writing this. You know the water boils faster if you put it on the bigger burner, but I really shouldn't have done that because I could have burnt my oats. Thanks for getting this far and reading it. I don't know if a lot of people even read the author note stuff. I feel bad because I do not. Please review, it is much appreciated! -

Haymitch's POV:

'Don't eat that', Maysilee said.

'What am I supposed to eat?' I ask.

'Here have some of my dried fruit'. She hands me some of her food. My vision goes weird again. I am now at the edge of the arena. I hear a girl scream in her path to death. I feel so exhausted. The heat is warring on me. My eyes squint in the harsh sun. An eruptions noise finds my ears from the volcano on the other end of the arena. I do not look behind me. I only look forward wishing to wake up. That's when my head starts to throb and I begin to see the old district 12 room. Someone is arguing in the living area, I try to find a place farthest away from the loud voices. It racks me to a traumatizing head ache.

My foot finds an open bottle, my hands pick it up. I swig it and it leaves a wonderful sensation on my throat. It no longer burns but gives me pleasure. I look up and see her, she extends her hand. I stand up we stare at each other, her lips curve beautifully but her eyes do not show signs of smiling. I reach my hands out to comfort her but I can't grasp her. Her eyes fill with fear, and then she struggles as if someone is dragging her away from me. We are screaming to each other, to come back or please don't leave. She says something that I can not hear. I am glued to the spot. A cold sensation rushes through me. My eyes fly open as I reach for my knife.

That lover boy is in front of me a couple steps back, given my knife pointed at him. He is holding a buget.

''Morning'', he says. Are you kidding me so, I just growl at him. I see a sad look in his eyes.

''Spit it out'', I say irritably.

''Well, I was hoping you could help me figure out Katniss…I understand her. But right now I seem lost.'' He says. It is just too early in the morning for this.

''What bought this on, boy?'', I ask. He looks at me like I have lost my mind. Has he not known me for two years?

''Haymitch yesterday, it is more like what brought that on?''.

''Peeta, this is just her way of copping. It's kind of like her apology? Do you understand?''. He shakes his head no. I sigh in exasperation.

''Sit down'', I say while pointing to a chair with my spoiled shirt from yesterday. He walks over to it, and begrudgingly removes it. When he sits down I attempt to clear my throat.

''I would bet all my money that she thinks that she is helping you'', I say.

''How would her removing herself from me help me?'', He asks.

''Because, she feels like a burden, she probably feels like she is in the way of you being happy.''

''How could I be happy without her?'', I can since his anger rising. She will never know how much he loves her. What a shame.

''Well, she doesn't realize that. As you said, you understand her somewhat. You see she knows how she works, and she feels like no one out there will want her after they see who she really is.'' This catches his attention.

''But that's what makes her interesting, how she has a constant battle with herself. It's very admirable how in tuned with herself she is.''

''Boy, she will never see herself the way you see her. Do yourself a favor and give up on that one. Uh huh, she interesting alright. It is a good thing she has you.''

''Haymitch, I still don't understand why she has to push us all away.''

''Well, that my boy is her protection. She pushes us all away to 'hide'. You know, you are just going to have to talk to her yourself.''

''I don't know how you do this; I could never have the energy to deal with her. Heck I barely can.'' I don't say that very convincingly and Peeta just smiles at me. He then gets up and thanks me for my time. But he turns around before leaving.

''What?'', I ask.

''I can't let her go Haymitch. She asked me too once, but I can't'', he says.

''Then let her know''. He nods his head.

I wave him off and he's out the door. Uh, where is that bottle from yesterday?

Katniss's POV:

I don't even know where I am. I think I am behind some old stores in the square. I woke up again and just started walking, I never really looked up or around, just out. I hate to admit it but I wish Peeta was here. I wish I could take back what I said, but I can't. So, what does it matter? Why can't he see how terrible I am? If he hated me this would be a whole lot easier. But he loves me, how can anyone love me, my scars and my temper. My confusion mixed with my wish for death, how can anyone love me?

My bare feet hurt on top of the rubble. I am dirty and hungry, but it doesn't matter. I don't know why I even left the house? I don't even know what I am doing out here? I am looking for something, something I can't find. I aimlessly walk around looking for my way out. I spot a small alley beside the old supplies store. It is tricky to work my way through. I try to step around the old shingles scattered everywhere and the broken glass from the shattered windows. There are old broken boards stacked on both sides of the alleys front entrance. I step out into the square and start walking back home.

I look over at a family staring at me. The little girl, who I have seen in the bakery with Peeta before, points at me and whispers to her mom, they get a weird look. I recognize the father as one of the miners. He looks at me with sympathy, as for his wife and children who look scared. I try to ignore it but the man stays in my mind.

I enter the Victor's Village minutes later. As I walk on my front yard to my door I see Peeta crossing Haymitch's. He looks up, we meet eyes. He looks down and keeps going. I want to talk to him, but I guess not now. I go into the kitchen and fill a glass with water.

''There you are, I knew you'd be back soon'', Grease Sae says. I drink my water and sit the glass down. ''You know we still have some dinner I could heat up if you're hungry?''

''No thanks'', I say.

''Katniss, you know yesterday was your birthday?'', She says.

''Yes I am aware".

''Well…that's good. There are some presents on the coffee table if you want to open them. They were in the closet last night, we where going to give them to you after dinner but…''

I nod at her and look over at them as I walk up stairs.

Peeta POV:

Damn, when am I going to talk to her? There's a weird feeling in my stomach. I think I will let her cool off and talk to her tomorrow.

-Okay, so I am going to try to stick with Peeta and Katniss POV's only. Haymitch was a request and Sae I wanted to write about, well I wanted to write about Haymitch too. Please R&R!-