Aaah I am on a serious good-music high… I have been giggling for quite some time now… But anyways, enjoy this next chapter!

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I actually managed to convince Katniss to finish her breakfast this time. Once she was done and put the silver tray back into the box, she laid down tiredly and put her head in my lap.

"You should get breakfast, too, you know." Katniss smiled weakly up at me and closed her eyes. "I can wait here."

I shook my head. "It's okay. I can wait."

"Wait to eat?" She scoffed and lifted her head off me. "No, go have breakfast, Peeta. I'll be fine. I don't feel hallucinate-y today."

"It's not whether or not you feel it, Katniss." I did my best explaining. "It's still there, and if I can do anything to prevent you seeing those awful things, I will."

"Gale's not awful…" Katniss mumbled, obviously not meaning to have me hear.

"Gale's not the person who tries to kill you in your hallucinations."

She couldn't argue with that, but she didn't give up. "So you are going to stay here in the same old pair of smelly clothes with me until I am released?"

"No…" Katniss really caught me off guard, there. She had a point. "Okay, fine!" I threw up my hands in defeat. "I am going to go!"

I stood up and began walking to the door, when Katniss' small voice reached me. "I didn't want you to go."

I wasn't sure whether to feel agitated or what, but I went over to her and gently kissed Katniss' forehead. "I won't be gone long. Stay together for me, will you?"

"Okay…" She pouted, but didn't say anything.

Katniss' POV

I watched him leave with a small sick feeling in the bottom of my gut. The second he left I knew this would be just like all the other times he has left. I didn't want to see those things I saw. I didn't want to try and hurt Peeta when he came. It's just that sometimes I let my hallucinations get the better of me and I feel like I'm not even myself. Something deep inside of me was threatening to burst out and take control of my every being, which wasn't exactly my cup of tea.

I closed my eyes and shark underneath the covers, trying to imagine Peeta was still there with me. But he wasn't. The other side of the bed was cold and empty. A slow hysteria was building in my chest. He left me. Peeta would never leave me; he always stays if I want him to. Why did he leave me this time? What if he doesn't come back? I bit my lip down hard and forced the sobs back into my throat. I hated every second of this, being in this room, having the ill feeling of dread always inside of me, taunting my every decision.

My whole body began trembling. This feeling of cold was so overwhelming and painful. I missed Peeta. I missed his arms around me. I missed him keeping away all of the things I have seen and heard without him. My hands scrabbled around on the blankets next to me and I began crying. He wasn't there, I needed him, and I had to have him.

"Peeta!" I screamed, launching myself from the bed, hitting the floor painfully. "Come back! Don't—" Ripping sounds of terror shot from my mouth as I struggled to back into the corner. My vision was already flickering painfully, sending shots of red across my eyes. A flash of white, and there was a fan of scarlet blood along the wall and the crumpled body of Peeta lay under it.

I closed my eyes tight, screaming my head off, trying to make myself realize it wasn't real. He's not dead, he's not dead, he's taking a shower, he's not dead. But my body wouldn't listen to me.

Another flash of white—his body was gone but there was a horrible grating sound coming from the door. Yells and whispers echoed in my head, undistinguishing but horrible. I tried slamming my head on the wall to get the visions to go away, but the doctors choose a good room to put me in; the cushy walls prevented it from hurting.

A third flash of white and an explosion erupted from all around me. Metal shards raked up and down my body, sending pain and blood splashing every which way. Flickers of hallucinations danced around my head. Another explosion sound rang out and a splash of back fell over me, accompanied by my scream. But as soon as it had begun, it was all over.

I opened my eyes, and it was over. I was back in my normal room of insanity, huddled in my corner, drenched in horrible sticky sweat. But there was no blood, on me or the walls, nothing was exploded to bits, and no one was screaming. I took a deep, shaky breath and stood up. Even though my legs threatened to give way under me, I managed to stand and haul myself over to the bathroom.

I splashed cold water onto my face and drank as much as my stomach would hold. Now I was feeling much saner. Though, when I went back into the room, I didn't sit back in the bed. Instead, I went back to my corner and curled up into a little ball. Now that the hallucinations were over, the room was quiet enough to hear my frantically beating heart, and my deep, frightened breathing.

I sat there for half an hour, just concentrating on breathing in and out. In the very middle of an "in" breath, I heard the door open. Oh, thank God, Peeta was back. I was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, when he came in.

Dried blood was caked all over his face, and visible lines of still-wet blood circled his wrists and throat. More splotches of blood stuck his shirt to his chest, and rips adorned his filthy clothes.

I knew it was a hallucination. I knew it wasn't real, but still, something squeezed inside my chest and I shrank away from him, whimpering. My brain was screaming it's him! He isn't bleeding, he is just Peeta! Close your eyes and let the hallucinations pass, don't be afraid! He won't hurt you! But my body was screaming AAHH!HOLY CRAP PEETA'S DEAD AND BLEEDING AND HE'S COMING AFTER ME TO KILL ME TOO! AAHH!

A white flashed burst in front of my eyes again, and he was President Snow, with pale white hair and lipless mouth, opened in a smile. The coppery smell of blood washed over me and I screamed. Another flash—Rue with a spear in her gut. Flash! Mags' skin boiling in the poison fog. Flash! Glimmer covered in blood-stained tracker jacker stings. Flash! It was Peeta again. No blood or rips in his freshly changed-into clothes, no horrible gashes on his wrists or throat. Just Peeta. He looked a bit frantic too, if I'm correct.

I swallowed and wiped a sweat-dampened lock of hair out of my eyes. "Peeta, I-I…" What could I say to that?

He looked pained and reached his hand out for me. But he didn't step any closer.

"What…?" I asked, puzzled.

But Peeta opened his mouth and a trickle of blood crept down his chin. I was about to scream when a violent shudder shot up his body and he fell forward onto his face. This time, I did scream. A dark red hilt of a dagger could be seen protruding from in between his shoulder blades.

And for the last time, a flash of white obscured my vision and a wave of stabbed black pain washed over me, plunging me into stillness.

Peeta's POV

I watched her as she writhed around on the floor screaming. Every time I reached my hand out to her she would scream again and her eyes rolled back into her head. It frightened me so much, seeing the wild panic on her face, the sweat sticking to her skin, knowing she needed me but every time I reached out for her it happened again.

Katniss' body suddenly arched on the floor, and a gurgle rose up from her throat, but no scream. I took this chance to fall down onto my knees and scoop Katniss up into my lap. She didn't protest. Instead, she grew stiller and stiller, which scared me more than anything. Finally, I pressed my lips to her forehead but it was no use.

Her dark gray irises rolled up, exposing the shiny whites of her eyes and she shuddered once more. Then stillness.

"Katniss?" I said weakly. "Katniss?" As gently as I could, I gripped her shoulders and shook her. Katniss' head just rolled onto the other shoulder.

Now I was really starting to freak out. Frantically, I put my two fingers to the side of her throat and tried to be still, but I got nothing under my fingertips. No.

I dropped her body back onto the floor and raced back towards the metal door. I needed to get a doctor. Heart pounding, I shot out of the room in search for help.

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Ooh, buuurrn. I guess I should apologize for the wait on this chapter, but I know that isn't what you guys will be thinking about when reading this chapter…. Hehehe…. Well, keep on reading and reviewing!