For what ever reason I have 11 chapters of this story saved on my computer, but 10 here... I'm freaking out that I missed one, oh well! Sorry for the wait.

Katniss

She didn't leave with me that night, nor had she the nights before but I was joined by another, "You're getting weaker…" I rubbed my temples, Effie at first thought my weakening state was humorous… Now it was worrying both of us, "You have to stop this or take control…"

"I've been trying! I…" I groan and sit on the bed, "I thought the journals would do the trick…"

"Well… You do have inklings, I've seen them. The pictures in my office at school..."

"I'm me, I just… I don't know I'm me until I'm asleep…" I look up at my guide, "You're my guide! Tell me what to do!"

Peeta groaned and opened his eye, "Katniss?" he sat up and looked at me. At me, "What are you… How?"

"Peeta?"

"Katniss…" he sits up, my new body slipping from his grasp, "How are you here?"

"Peeta… You're not dreaming," I start, "But I need your help. I need to remember who I am when I'm awake…" I bite my lip grasping his shoulders.

"You're dead," tears come to his eyes, "Katniss, I watched you die. I was there…"

"I know… So was I, remember on the street, you were looking away, then you… Then you felt something, you looked at me, not my body, but me…"

"This is crazy… I'm never drinking that much again…" he isn't just drunk, Peeta is wasted… He'll never believe this was real, but I have to try.

I lean forward and press my translucent lips to his, "Peeta…" I rest my hand on my thigh, or Katrina's, "I'm inside here, you see it, I know you do… And someday when I'm awake I'll realize it, and I need your help…"

"Katniss!" Effie hisses, I was under strict orders not to tell the big secret to anyone… Even the left over bits of Katrina.

"What else can I do!" I shout, my cheeks stained with what I can only assume is tears, "If I keep fighting I turn into a poltergeist and make their lives miserable. I need someone on the other side!"

"Katniss? Who are you talking to?" he takes my hand, though his fingers slip through my nonexistent hands.

"It's a long story… I'll tell you it when you help me figure out who I am…" I try and smile, "I'm in here somewhere…" I press my hand to her forehead, then to her heart… To my heart, "I just don't know how to find myself…"

Peeta just nods, absorbing this hopefully through the fatigue and the alcohol, "Please, Peeta, you have to remember this in the morning… You have to… subtly jog my memory. Take me to places we went to, bring up stories. I don't have a lot of time. This is going to go…" I take his hands, somehow he doesn't grip thorough them, "Really bad… Really fast for everyone I know…"

"How much longer?"

"A month, maybe two?" Effie starts, but Peeta can't hear her.

"A month or two, then…" I look down at my body, "My body will die and my spirit will shade, go dark and haunt the people I'm close to," I reach forward and wipe away his tear. The edge of our skin seems to crackle with energy.

"Woah…" the tear slides through my finger once contact is broken.

"I'm only me when I'm with you…" I whisper.

"You used to sing that… All the time…" he sniffs.

"Because it's true… And I can only be me with you…" he reaches forward, my 'skin' crackling as he pulls me into a hug but I feel the tugging, "I'm sorry… I'm being pulled back... When we wake up, I won't know you, and you won't know me, but we'll find each other…" I slip through his grasp as the cord pulls me back to my body, "I love you… Peeta," our legs have lined up and sleep seems to take him, "I was too afraid to…"

Katrina

My mouth was dry, as if I was chewing on balls of cotton. I could hear my pulse in my head each beat like thunder, "Mmmmm" my pillow groaned as I shifted, "Good morning…" Peeta yawned.

My eyes shot open the sunlight filling the room blinding and intensifying my headache, "Morning…" I pull myself from his warm embrace to close the blinds and draw the curtains to make it dark as night in the room, "Goodnight…" he chuckles pulling me close again.

I steal one last glance at the clock before burrowing myself into his chest, 7:23. Plenty of time to sleep.

A pounding on the door stirs us again, "Dude, come on, what are you two doing in there?"

"Sleeping!" Peeta groaned, pulling me close, the smell of old alcohol hung in the air, my brain laced with a hangover the likes of which I've never felt before.

The voice at the door was an indistinguishable baritone that shook my head, "We're coming in, you two better be clothed!" I didn't open my eyes as the sheet was pulled closer around me. The footsteps were like thunder. Definitely Ryan, he and Peeta have heavy footfalls.

"She still asleep?" he asks.

"No… and please stop yelling…" I grumble finally letting go of Peeta, he gives me a strange look, as if trying to look though me, "What, like you haven't seen me in the morning before?"

"No… Sorry, just… weird dream last night," he gets out of bed and heads into the bathroom leaving Ryan and I alone in the room.

"So… I heard you-"

"Stop…" my tone is enough, "Whatever I told you last night, forget, because you'll never know!"

"But, you'll show my brother right?"

The door opened and I stood up, "Finnick and Annie are already out there, we're just waiting on you two," I open up my bag digging through everything to find the one swimsuit I owned, a black bikini.

After brushing my teeth and washing my face I put it on, "Peeta?" I asked, my own voice making my head throb.

"Yeah Kat?" I walk out of the bathroom, holding the top over my breasts by my arm, keeping my hair up with the other.

"Could you tie this?" I feel his fingers brush my skin, "Nice and tight…" he leans forward, his lips brushing my neck, covering me with gooseflesh.

"There you go…" he whispers, fingers dancing along my sides, my hair spills down my back. I spin around to catch his lips.

"Thanks…" I whisper against his lips before pulling back to put on a t-shirt and sweats over my suit.

"Did they pass out again?"

"No…" I roll back over onto my stomach, digging my hand and feet into the moist sand under my towel, "Trying to sleep off hangover…"

"Trying to get as dark as her…" Johanna yawns.

"Ditto!"

I hold out my hands so Peeta can pull me to my feet, "Where are we going?" I yawn sleepily as he hands me a water bottle.

"I want to show you something," he wraps his arm around my waist.

"Don't be too long you two!" Johanna teases, moving closer to Gale whose sound asleep in the sand, all of us, except Finnick and Annie, were spending most of the day sleeping off the alcohol from last night.

"So… Your brother and Madge seem to be hitting it off…" I start, breaking the silence, Peeta had been quiet for most of the day, and was pretty keen on keeping it that way, "Listen, if you feel awkward about me coming onto you like I did last night… I'm sorry."

"What? That? No…" he smirked, "It's not every day I have a pretty girl begging me for sex."

"You sure?" I smirk, "And pretty? Come on, I'm stunning."

"Ehhh… That's debatable," the sand has turned from grainy white sand to rocks where pools teaming with life. I bent over without thinking, plucking a crab out of the water, pinching its claws so it couldn't get me.

"What is it with you girls and torturing the wildlife?" I look at its wriggling legs.

"Take it back, I have a crab and I don't know how to use it!" I hold its pincher to his nose, far enough away that he can't pinch at Peeta, but close enough that my threat comes across.

"Fine… You're not stunning, you're radiant," he smirks at my shock, "Now, put your weapon down so it doesn't die," I hesitate, but bend over to place my crab in the water, it scuttles away quickly, but not before taking a swing at my finger. Peeta's arms scoop me up, "Come on…"

"Where are you taking me?"

"To the end of the jetty," I look out, it's a far distance.

"Then put me down, you're going to get hurt," he sets me down gently so we can traverse the rough black rocks, between all of them snapped fishing lines, empty cans and life, "What's that smell?" I ask covering my nose.

"It's tide, get used to it because we're spending most of our summer here."

I smile, "I'd like that… I might need a new bathing suit…" I peak down my shirt, "This is the only one I own," I step between a large divide, to large. My foot slips but a strong arm catches me, "T-thanks," I look down to what I would have fallen into, a divide filled with crabs no bigger than my fist probably waiting to get revenge for what I did to their cousin, "You saved my life."

He leans in and kisses my cheek, "Nah, just your pretty face…" he teases.

Instead of indulging him in my anger I throw my arms over his shoulders, catching his lips in a kiss laced with as much passion as I can muster. Two can play the teasing game… But I would win.

As it turns out we were both good at the teasing game, neither of us wanting to be the one to say when. Peeta never formally asks me out, but refers to me as his 'girl' which lead to some interesting talks between Thomas and Lisa about not having sex in their house.

"Knock knock!"

"It's open!" I shout, today's Friday, normally I would be just getting home for a track meet, getting ready to go out with my friends… Not tonight, tonight was the spring choral concert, during which I had a solo, "That's Madge and Annie… Shouldn't you, you know, go run with the boys? Raise hell?" I tease, flipping a page in my magazine.

"Ooo Cosmo? What is it this time?"

I look over at Peeta who's busying himself with homework, or pretending to, "One hundred and one ways to treat his package," I wink.

"Nice, Ryan likes-"

"Madge… If you value your life you won't talk about what you and my brother do in bed," Peeta cuts her off, but she giggles and throws down a pair of dress pants for me. I needed them to be hemmed and had no idea how, Madge eagerly volunteered.

"Hey babe? I'm going to get changed… so… shoo," he rolls his eyes and leans forward kissing my forehead before exiting the room.

"So… have you two…?"

"Fucked? No, not yet…" I drop my sweat shorts and pull up the black dress pants, "We're not even officially together…" I shrug.

"I mean… His Facebook does say he's in a relationship," I scrunch my nose.

"Facebook doesn't mean anything, I want to hear the question. Plus I don't have a Facebook… so…"

"God you're like a Martian…"

I button my white dress shirt over my white camisole, "Sorry?"

"We'll forgive you," I grab my bag and my cell phone.

Get the charger… a voice tells me. I shiver because as soon as the voice goes away the headache I've been feeling since prom comes back. It's been three weeks. Three long weeks of constant migraines and fatigue.

Lisa wants to take me to the doctor, at first I refused, now I'm worrying that there's something wrong in my head.

But I can't worry now…

"We look like waitresses…" Annie grumbles, "Someday we'll get new uniforms…"

I button up my black vest wrapping the cord of the bow tie around my neck and hooking the hook through the eye, "Bow ties are cool…" I smile.

"Nice Doctor Who quote," Annie straightens her tie.

"Who?"

"Ugh, never mind, Martian…"

"Alright, soprano's line up!" Mister Cinna yells over the general noise of the crowd. I'm in the back of the line so I could be at the bottom of the risers, being one of the shortest girls in the choir.

He runs through the line, making sure all of us are perfect, stopping at me to tuck some of my loose hair behind my ear, "Remember, all of you, this is your night to shine!"

The stage lights only intensified my headache, and I'm sure I gave a lackluster performance, but finally… The song I have a solo in comes.

We Are Young

The men start, "Give me a second I, I need to get my story straight. My friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the Empire State. My lover she's waiting for me just across the bar. My seat's been taken by some sunglasses asking 'bout a scar, and…I know I gave it to you months ago. I know you're trying to forget, but between the drinks and subtle things… The holes in my apologies, you know… I'm trying hard to take it back. So if by the time the bar closes, and you feel like falling down… I'll carry you home…"

The woman join in once the intro is done, "Tonight! We are young… So let's set the world on fire! We can burn brighter than the sun!" we repeat the chorus once more.

"Now I know that I'm not all that you got. I guess that I, I just thought… Maybe we could find new ways to fall apart. But our friends are back! So let's raise a cup!" the almost two hundred of us raise our fists in the air as if we're holding a cup, "'Cause I found someone to carry me home!" the chorus is repeated again and I move forward to one of two microphones positioned in the pit.

This is it…

"Carry me home tonight, just carry me home tonight…" I repeat as the male solo comes down, my quiet voice in the background as he sings.

"The world is on my side! I have no reason to run. So will someone come and carry me home tonight. The angels never arrived, but I can hear the choir! So will someone come and carry me home…"

I take a breath, my voice now louder, the only noise in the auditorium, "Tonight! We are young…" I sing, holding out 'tonight' and 'young', "So let's set the world on fire! We can burn brighter than the sun!" I hold out sun until it's time for the rest of the choir mirrors my words.

"So if by the time the bar closes, and you feel like falling down… I'll carry you home tonight…" we finish quietly earning a standing ovation. There, done. Time to go home and lay down, get rid of this headache and sleep through the weekend.

Unfortunately Madge and Annie intercept me, pulling me back into the auditorium where their parents and my family wait, "That was beautiful…" Peeta murmurs, hugging me.

"Thanks… I try," I yawn, "But I think I'm going to skip dinner and just go home… I feel kind of faint…"

Lisa's hands are on my cheeks, "You're running a fever, Peeta, walk her home, we'll"

"That's fine, I can walk myself home," I pinch Peeta's cheek, he looks worried but doesn't press the topic, "I want to take the long way, get some fresh air? I don't want to hold you guys up." I unfasten my fest and bow tie handing it to Madge, "Could you make sure this gets back in the room?" I yawn, she just nods and I kiss Peeta's forehead.

"Be safe, remember to look both ways across Main," I nod leaving the group, not realizing this would be the last time I ever saw them.

I did take the long way home, enjoying the air. Finally I got to where State and Main intersected, the dark red bloodstain from when Katniss was hit still eclipsing most of the crosswalk. They would scrub, and the rain would beat down, but a stain like that would have to be paved over. I took off my pinchy shoes, leaning on one arm on the light post to take off my socks. I would never do this in Philly, seeing as a lot of streets were littered by broken glass, but the street sweeper was through this morning. My bare feet welcomed the cool asphault but it became uncomfortable as I neared the blood stain, warm and damp, as if I was stepping in fresh blood. I could smell it, the copper.

"I'm going for a run!" my feet grew damp, "Look both ways when crossing Main…" the voices were so familiar, "I always do…" but I didn't… She didn't.

What?

I opened my eyes again, another pedestrian bumps rudely into me, a teenager who looks like he belongs in the ghetto, if only his clothes didn't cost a few hundred. I'm knocked to the ground, my body covering the blood stain. My braid dips into it, the blood seems to soak into my hair, on my skin.

There's so much… I look up, a crowd has formed, only they're almost see through.

"Don't just stand there!" Katniss yells, "Someone call nine one one!"

I look down again, the blood has soaked into my hair, disappearing from the streets into me, "This is my blood…" I whisper, feeling as if I'm going to vomit from this realization.

"I have to remember"

"I have to remember," I gasp, wrenching a little as a car honks, to get me out of the way. I pick myself up, running home, "I can't hold on much longer…" I say, not sure where it comes from. It's hardly my voice at all.

I round the corner of Main and Oakland the street I live on, my home. I must look insane, having just laid in the street in a blood stain.

Almost there… But I'll never reach it as a firm hand grabs my wrist and covers my mouth.

"Don't you dare scream…" he growls.

"Daddy…" I gasp as my head is knocked against something, stunning me.

I drop to the ground, unable to fight for my freedom as my hand are bound, "I don't have to tie your feet do I Trina? You won't run from your daddy will ya?"

He throws me into the back of the car he was currently in possession of, surely stolen. I look up at him, my vision so unfocused but I manage to spit a mouth full of saliva and blood in his face, "Fuck. You!" I gasp before his fist makes contact with my temple.

"Katrina!" someone shouts.

Peeta…

Everything goes black.