Hehe... to those of you still reading, thank you for your amazing patience at not killing me for not publishing lately... Had final exams and Valedictorian stuff to do in the past few months ( plus summer school), so hope I'll be writing more often ^_^ possibly once a week if i get up to 50 reviews after a few more posts. I really appreciate suggestions or comments,it keeps me going! so R&R and let me know if this is worth continuing! Enjoy!

"Who are you?"

*flashback*

5 years ago

"Peeta? Peeta!?" He hadn't moved. Or responded. Not since that deafening thud. The sound of his frail body hitting the ground, the clash of the ladder slamming falling with him... the audible yell that just escaped his lips before his eyes shut closed. It was so childish and stupid of him. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Tears began to pool around my eyes and blur my vision.

"Please, Peeta! Peeeeetaa, wake up please!" the boiling hot tears sting my cheeks as i desperately tried to awaken him to no avail. Stupid. It was just a kite. A stupid kite refused to be released from the strong grip of the maple tree.

Rays of sunlight had beaten down on our backs as the cool summer breeze grazes our cheeks. The kite, now flying high as the string would take it. It was windy and i had just let go of the kite, the rope stinging my palms as it slipped out of my hands, leaving a long red burn. He had just brought up the cheese buns in a brown paper bag from his family's bakery up to the hill nearby. My best friend, being the selfless person he was, went after it when it got caught in a mess of branches and string. A forgotten stool discarded on the grass had been used to his advantage; Peeta, balancing on its three legs, reached for the stolen kite. His fingers crazed the smooth plastic fabric just as the stool began to tip over. I screamed with a voice as loud as i could muster before he fell to the ground, his body limp on impact. I ran to his side, his head cradled in my arms as i cried the for voice that once spoke my name. For his crystal blue eyes, his touch, his hands to once again draw the beautiful drawings of the sunset.

"Ouch..." I locked my eyes with his once again open ones, peering back at me as he smiles,"I'm alright. My head hurts like hell but I'm alright." I manage a small chuckle and he joins me. He sat up and enclosed me in his arms, as I buried myself in his chest. I would not lose the crystal blue in those eyes again.

*flashback end*

"Who are you?" his eyes were a dull shade of blue, a blank expression clouded any signs of emotion, any signs of recognition, any signs of the light in his perfect blue eyes. Nothing.

"I... d-do you not..." I trailed off, it would be cruel to force him to remember me but I just have to ask," remember me?"

"I uh... no. I don't. Were you my girlfriend or-"

"Your best friend, actually. How can you-"

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave Miss Everdeen, Mr. Mellark is still in critical condition and needs rest for a full recovery."

"Peeta!" i awaken with a fright, his name just slipping my mouth. Another nightmare. That's three times this week. Normally i'd have Peeta who i could call and be here beside me in less than 5 minutes. But he's gone, i fear forever.

Before the doctor could shoo me out, I snuck into one of the file rooms in which they kept all records of patients, past and present. Scanning the folders with my eyes, my hands just graze the tip of a folder before realizing its content.

"Mellark, Peeta..." I snatch the manila folder, encasing it under my District 12 Archery Team sweatshirt, and rush out before a nurse could interrogate me. After i had arrived home, prim was once again waiting at the door, this time with a brown paper bag... Mr. Mellark, as i had guessed had brought over some of his famous bread, though not quite the same as Peeta's. I run up to my room and shutting the door, i reveal its papers.

Mellark, Peeta

Fractures: Lung, kidney, head, leg

Specific Conditions: possible memory loss*, Tibia bone fracture, bruised kidney, lung fracture

Actions Taken: Leg amputation, X-ray analysis

* still in need of further examination

After that, it was just a few test results that had come back from lab examinations and other shit that didn't mean anything to me. What i was really looking for is if he was going to ever come back to me as the boy who held me in his arms...No we were- are best friends and that's all he and i ever wanted... right? The thought of Peeta sends a searing hot tear down my face as i scan the file photo with teary eyes. It wasn't supposed to happen to him, if anything, it should have happened to me. I cried myself to sleep, the nightmares soon rolling in, engulfing me in the darkness of the dimly lit room.

For the next few days, i move like a zombie. A routinely being whose daily schedule only included:eat, school, work, sleep. everyday was filled with an emptiness i couldn't understand. Finnick and Annie stopped by to cheer me up, only to find me a wreck on the living room couch, sniffling into my pillow.

"Kat you have nothing to worry about. He's gonna get better just you wait." Annie smiles sympathetically.

"And if he doesn't," we all turn to finnick as his humor kicks in and replaces his serious facade,"I'll smack him till he does!" I chuckle after that but something feels wrong about it. "How dare you laugh when your best friend is in the hospital!" the voice in my head said. After they left i decided to fix myself up and finally work up the nerve to visit Peeta. Replacing my sweatpants with well-fitted jeans, I decide to wear the shirt he had given me for my 16th birthday. I trace the dandelion's outline on its fabric surface for awhile before fetching my jacket and uggs from the foyer, along with my drivers licence and car keys from a glass bowl on the counter.

"Prim won't be back from therapy till after 5:00 so i have around..." i glance at my watch," 3 hours till then to start dinner." i reassured myself. Locking the door behind me, i drove down to the hospital, every nerve in my body screaming at me to go faster and make the pain in my heart stop.

Hospitals always smell like cleaning products. Its the only thing running through my head in the waiting room. Its as if they were trying to get rid of the smell of death and illness so much, they've completely sanitized the whole area. My leg bounces up and down, my impatience angering the lady at the counter. She plasters a fake smile and addresses me.

"He's in district 12 room 5. You may go in now." As i rise up out of my seat, I reflect her one of my half-hearted smiles and head towards district 12. Scanning the thresholds for room 5, my eyes landing on a cream painted door, half open. I can here faint voices inside and wonder if its a good idea to go in. Peering around the door, i look into the room, sunlight pouring from the open window. I look up, and the horror dawns on me.

"Peeta?"

yeah sorry i haven't updated in awhile, i was busy with wattpad as well! please r&r!