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Chapter Six: Confused

I hate myself.

I hate myself for not seeing this before. For not realising that Peeta's feelings have been real all along. He never mentioned any pretending at all. Why did I assume that this was just a survival tactic? Haymitch said you'd take a lot of convincing. I think back to those words and realise what they meant.

I hate myself for pretending. It was okay when I thought we were both doing it. But now - to fake all those kisses with Peeta is just wrong. I wonder how much he wishes they were real. He knows I'm faking it, and it's hurting him.

Most of all, I hate myself for not knowing how I feel. Because even though I haven't let myself think about it, I know that I've developed feelings for Peeta. I don't know what sort, but they're there. I know I care about him, and I know that I don't want him to be taken away from me. I can't deny that I feel something for the boy with the bread, no matter how much I try to push it away. And that's the worst thing I could do to him. After all the lies and the pretending, I can't even give him a real answer.

Selfishly, I find myself wishing I could forget about all of this. It would be much easier not to know how much I'm hurting Peeta. But that wouldn't be fair on him. So I'm going to assess my feelings, no matter how hard it is. I try to concentrate…

Instead, my mind wanders back to district twelve, to the family and friends that I left behind. Well, friend. I think of Gale, his sharp, grey eyes watching me on a television screen. I wonder what he thinks of my romance with Peeta. I wonder if he can see through my fake kisses. And if he can, what does he think ok me?

Guiltily, I start to fumble around in my backpack, trying to take my mind off everything. I come across Rue's empty water flask and decide to fill it up. Grabbing the night vision glasses, I stand up and head towards the stream.

What will I tell Peeta? The question keeps resurfacing. I close my eyes, open them again, and try to concentrate on the task at hand. When the flask is finally full of water, I put the lid back on and make my way back.

But as I'm walking, I notice a spot of fiery red among the leaves, right in front of a bush. I walk towards the frighteningly familiar colour and when I realise what I'm looking at, I freeze.

I can only describe what I see as horrific. And that doesn't even come close. Foxface's body lies where Peeta left her, clothes covered in blood. There is a wound on the left side of her chest that makes me want to scream and hide. But the worst part is the smell. And there is no word that I can use to describe it.

Before I know it, I've ran back into the cave. Why hasn't her body been taken to the Capitol? Where's the hovercraft? I move over to where Peeta's sleeping and shake him. No response.

"Peeta, wake up." Again, no response.

With a sigh, I empty the contents of the flask onto his head. He jumps up.

"What happened?" He looks really worried, probably wondering what has caused me to pour an entire flask of water onto his head.

"Peeta, something's happened – Quick!" Unable to explain, I grab his hand and pull him out of the cave, until we get to Foxface.

He gasps at what he sees, and even though I've seen it before, I gag.

"Peeta, why would she still be here?" I attempt to talk while holding my breath. I know I'm panicking. "She should be gone! What if she's not dead, Peeta. Do you think she's still alive?" Another look at Foxface's body and I know how stupid I just sounded.

Peeta's silent. He looks like he's going to be sick. It must be harder on him, seeing as he was the one who killed her.

"We're too close to the body," he says finally.

"Oh," I realise that must be it. "Then let's move away."

So we both walk away until we're a good 15 metres from the cave and Foxface's remains. We wait for the hovercraft, but nothing happens. After ten minutes, Peeta speaks up.

"Look at where her body is, Katniss. There's no way the hovercraft can pick her up while she's tucked between some rocks and a bush." I don't know where he's going with this.

"So what do we do?" I ask, confused.

The look on Peeta's face is of pure dread. "We need to move her."

I would like to be as far away as possible from Foxface at the moment, but I realise that in order to keep staying in the cave, we need to move her away.

But it's not just that. I think about Foxface, and how she has a name - Tatiyana. And a family that she left, probably watching us and their daughter's rotting dead body tucked between some bushes on their TV screen right now. I imagine myself rotting in a bush to the point that my body could not be sent back. I think about my own family losing their chance to say goodbye. Prim. And Gale.

So without a word, I hold my breath, walk over to her body, and get a hold of her legs. Peeta follows me, holds her head, and we move her as fast as we can.

Foxface isn't heavy at all, which makes our job faster. Once we've got her in a little clearing next to the stream, we both run back to the cave. We watch as a hovercraft arrives and takes away the body. I feel like I'm going to puke and Peeta looks the same.

"I wonder what was in her backpack," he muses. "Do you think she had any food?"

"I doubt it. It was really small, about the same as ours." Even if she did have food, I wouldn't have been willing to go get it. "But you're right. We need food – I'll go hunting tomorrow."

"I'll be coming with you."

"Peeta, you still need to rest. I'll just go and -"

He rolls his eyes. "Katniss, my leg is pretty much perfect. You made sure of that. Besides, there's no way I'm separating myself from you again, so there's no point in arguing."

I decide he's right, and I'm too tired to argue anyway.

"And now you get to sleep, because tomorrow, we have a big, big, big day ahead of us," he says with a smirk.

I can't help but return his smile. "Ok. But you have to get in the bag with me."

He obliges, putting his arm around me. After what has happened with Foxface, I just want to get some sleep. But as we lie there in silence, the guilt from before comes back. And again, I'm faced with the difficult question.

What do I tell Peeta?

Next time on The Final Six: We're taking a break from Katniss and Peeta, and you get some Cato and Thresh POVs, including access to Thresh's mysterious grassland. Get ready for a whole new world, people!

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