A/N: Verrrrry short chapter, just as a filler kind of thing:)

Thank you for all your responses! I'm going to reply to them, cause I haven't done that in a while. You can skip to end if you want;)

Guest (chapter 12) – Before saying something like that, explain to me what's going to happen?

Fangirl in a Fandom World – Aww hell yes:P

3PeetaAndKatniss3 – I KNOW.

Catiepeeps – Not quite;) Wait and see…

HP-HG-D-LUVR – I knowww:(

it's-Twilliam-bitch – Indeed.

Disclaimer: Don't own THG – all rights to Suzanne Collins.

Katniss POV

An ear shattering scream echoes around the house and I drop to the floor, realising it was my own scream. I wrap my arms around my knees, bringing them up to my chest and rocking back and forth.

Finnick's banging on the locked bathroom door, yelling obscenities and attempting to pick the lock. He succeeds after what seems like hours, but could only be minutes, of trying, he gets in, his first reaction being to wrap his arms around me and carry me across the hall to my room.

'Kat… Kat, look, it's okay! There's loads of options. Okay? You can… you can get an abortion, you could get it adopted…' he trails off, running out of options, which sort of defeats the whole point of his sentence but oh well.

'I-I can't be pregnant,' I sob. 'I w-want Peeta! I m-m-miss him so much, y-you know? I just w-want him h-h-here!'

I begin to scream, throwing things at Finnick, taking all my anger and sadness out on him.

'God, Kat, you don't think I know that? All you do is sit here and cry for him!' Finn yells at me, exasperated, 'I try to help you but, God, Kat, you don't help do you?! You only think about yourself. I've been here for weeks, comforting your sorry ass and you do nothing for me!'

Hurt and anger take over my body as I realise the true meaning behind his words; that I'm pretty much a selfish cow and care only about myself.

And I can't agree with him more.

And yet, the impact his words have on me affect me and I drop to the floor, throwing one last pillow at him.

'Ugh, Kat, I'm sorry – I didn't mean that,' he sighs, raking a hand through his hair, 'I just-'

'GET OUT!' I scream, 'GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT! I HATE BOYS!'

I let out a long, high pitched scream that knocks Finnick back and instantly he leaves.

'I w-want Peeta,' I whisper one last time.'