a/n: sorry..? for leaving you on a cliffhanger that didn't make sense? sorry...

disclaimer: I own nothing. lol the trilogy would've ended with Finnick being the cutest daddy in the world if I wrote it :D

note:
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"shit." I whisper, running my hands through my hair. I can't think straight.

All I can think is Katniss, Katniss, Katniss, not here, not okay, not safe.

I feel a hand pull my shoulder down to the ground and I can hear whispers around me. My hands tremble as I pull out my phone blindly and dial in her number, hoping and praying to whatever makes the universe spin that she'll pick up and tell me in her sweet voice that she's alright. But when the ringing tone starts to sound in my ears, a familiar ring-tone resounds in the room. It's a short bird's call, loud and bright and my heart sinks.

I feel a hand on my shoulder grabbing me roughly and I turn to see Johanna's nails digging into my skin. Her face is fierce and stern and her eyes are wide with fear. Her expression chills me to my bones, and it is at that moment that I realize that our beloved, trusty, tiny, safe little school isn't as secure as we think it would be.
"Turn off the phone, Peeta," she hisses. But I can't think clearly. My mind muddles her voice with the bird's call ring-tone making me dizzy.
"Peeta, turn the damn phone off!" Thresh whisper-yells. I can hear him loud and clear, but my brain can't process his words properly. More whispers join him and if I think hard enough, I can hear her voice, begging me, pleading me to turn off the phone.

At that instant, my brain goes into overdrive. My phone drops to the floor, no doubt creating a new crack, but at the moment, I don't seem to care.
All I can hear, think, smell, all I know is Katniss, Katniss, Katniss. I stand up, with more purpose than I've ever felt. My ears can't hear the gun-shots and screams, and my body can't feel the hands gripping my torso, or the nails digging into my wrists.

My heart screams find her, stay with her, risk your life to keep her safe.
But my sensible brain is saying, stay here, your friends need you, she's a smart girl, she'll be okay.

But right now, the pounding of my heart is too loud for me to hear anything else.

And all I know is Katniss, and that's she's not here, and that she's not safe.

And that I'm fucking terrified.

The life is flooding back into my body and the voices seem too loud, and the gun-shots seem too unreal.
"Peeta, where are you going?!"
"Peeta, what are you doing?!"
"Peeta, what's going on?!"

Peeta this, Peeta that.

"Let go of me," I growl, spinning around to see Drew staring at me in disbelief and jumping when another gun-shot is fired. "Katniss left her phone, she isn't here, she went to the bathroom, I'm going to get her," I say, turning around, and I just touch the door-knob when hands go around neck and torso, throwing me back into a table loudly; making a loud screeching noise.
"LET GO OF ME, LET GO OF ME!" I cry, as my voice is muffled when a hand goes over my mouth.
"LET GO OF ME!" tears stream down my face as I grow more desperate by the second. "LET GO PLEASE LET GO I NEED TO GET HER!" I cry, trying to shake off the hands that seem too strong to rip off.
"Listen to me Peeta," Thresh's voice sounds in my ear. "Listen, it's not safe outside, and if you go and try to find her, you'll put everyone's life in danger!" he whispers, as I am dragged back into the corner where Annie is holding a phone to her ear and crying. "Man up, dammit!" he hisses. "We could die!"

No. I will not be the reason anyone dies.

I slump to the ground in defeat and try to calm myself down, and be a man, but more tears just course down my face as I try to breathe in and out as steadily as I can.

Prim sidles up next to me, and in the dim light of the lamp, her cheeks are shiny with tears. She wraps her arms around my torso and cries into my shirt. My arms find their way around her tiny frame, and we just sit there, hugging each other, and being each other's life line.
I breathe in the scent of her honey-blonde hair and I can smell flowers mingled with the musky scent of sweat and fear.
"Peeta?" she asks quietly as the room is silent once again. "I'm scared." she whimpers, her voice muffled. My heart breaks as I feel her trembling and I feel like I am witnessing one of the world's sweetest children die in front of my eyes.
"I know, Prim." I whisper. My eyes rest on her backpack that's been thrown into the room, and the brass of her pin catches the light and shines in my eyes. I'm sure Prim can feel my erratic heart-beat and I try to slow it down, for her sake; because she's the closest thing to Katniss right now, and she deserves to be okay.

"I'm scared too."

I'M SORRY I JUST IMAGINE THIS PEETA TRYING TO BE MANLY BUT FAILING BUT HE'S TRYING SO HARD AND I KINDA JUST CRY AND I JUST

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