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Chapter 1

My feet laid sprawled across his legs while my head rested on the arm of his old couch. I stared at the television in complete boredom, not really paying any attention to what was going on. I had no idea what the movie was called but it was so boring. Peeta had his head rested on the back of the couch with his eyes closed. If he just resting or asleep I had no idea.

I was almost asleep when Peeta's voice broke through the silence.

"I'm hungry. We should go and eat somewhere." His words were incoherent to my ears as I slowly faded away into sleep. He spoke again but now I could hardly tell that he was making a sound, instead it sounded like a small muffled noise that I wouldn't think twice about. Before I went completely unconscious I felt him place a light blanket over the top of me.

When I woke again the room was nearly pitch black and Peeta breathed evenly next to me. Sometime during my little nap, Peeta had shifted and fell asleep with me laying at my side. My head laid on his chest with my arms around his neck. One of his arms was wrapped around my waist holding me close to him, while his other laid under his head. I smiled to myself as I curled closer to him-if that was even possible.

Peeta stirred a little at my movement but did not wake up.

Unable to fall asleep again and with the t.v. turned off, I found myself bored again. My thought soon drifted off to memories: both good and bad-but mostly good-of Peeta and I. My finger ghostly drew random irregular shapes across his chest. His arms pulled me tighter into his chest as he slowly woke up from his slumber.

He took a deep breath of air before he said, "Hello beautiful. You sleep well?" He kissed my forehead.

"Yeah. You?" He placed a strand of my hair back behind my ear, smiling at me warmly.

"'Course I did. I held you in my arms the whole time." Scoffing at his technical truth, I hit his chest playfully. "What time do you suppose it is?"

Shrugging my shoulder, I reached into his front pocket and pulled out his phone. Clicking the button on the side the time flashed on the screen.

"12:54."

"Well I'm starving, we should go out and get something." As if on cue his stomach began to rumble, sending us into fits of laughter. "Come on, we should go out."

"At this late hour? Are you serious?" He nodded.

"Of course I am." I stood, picking me up along with him. He held me around my stomach and just high enough so my feet didn't touch the ground even when I pointed my toes. He kissed my cheek then trailed down my neck and to my collar bone. He pulled out unwanted giggles that him and Prim could only seem to get out of me those days. And Prim was now gone from this retched world.

"I'm not hungry," I said. He opened his moth to protest, but I held up my hand. "You can come back in the morning, and make sure I eat. Right now I just want to go to sleep. He smiled, leaning in and kissed me. I kissed him back, my hands slid around his neck and held the hairs on the back of his neck. His hands were around my waist, holding me as close as he could.

Eventually he pulled back, resting his head against mine. I leaned in to kiss him again, but he stopped me.

"I should go." It was then my turn to protest, but stopped me with one short peck on the lips. "Like you said I'll see you in the morning." He gave me one last smile before slipping out of my small apartment. I stood there shaking my head at the closed door.

Sighing, I went to my bedroom. Not bothering to change my clothes, I climed into bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.

I was startled awake from my dreamless sleep by the ringing phone in the other room. Light streamed in brightly from the window I hadn't closed last night before I went to bed, momentarily blinding me.

"Damn," I muttered, covering my face with my hands. I let the phone ring a couple more times before I groaned and ran to the phone.

"Hello," I said sleepily and slightly out of breath. Whoever was on the other end was silent for a moment, I guessed, trying to find the right words.

"Is this Katniss Everdeen," a deep, male voice asked. I was expecting it to be Peeta's sweet, soft voice, so the the actual voice on the phone startled me, and it takes a few moments to answer.

"Yes, this is she."

"Are you associated with a man named Peeta?" As soon as the words were said, my blood ran cold. Oh dear God, I chanted over and over in my head. Oh dear God, what happened?

"Yes," I croaked. I had most defiantly not planned on my voice sounding like that. "Is there something wrong?"

"No one know what happens," he paused, though I wished he hadn't. The longer he keeps me waiting in anxiety, the more I just wanted to pull on my hair and scream until my voice was hoarse and it hurt to talk.

"I'm officer, Brutus from the Panem Police Department." I didn't answer, so he continues on. "No one knows what happened," he said again for who knew why. "We think it might have been from a fight. We have been getting lots of reports about loud disturbance, drunks roaming around the neighborhood in the middle of the night, and many others. In the time we've been investigating, we have found that all these reports have come from this gang of men, who thought to be in their early twenties. Anyway, last night around the place he was found, was a report from someone who thought they heard screaming and the sound of beating." The place he was found? What the hell happened? "We are to believe that it was this gang that injured him."

The information was not making sense to my somewhat-still-asleep brain. So many things were racing through in my mind, I didn't know how to process it. He kept talking more about what he thinks happened last night/early this morning, buy I can't take it. He isn't telling me anything about Peeta, and yet he goes on.

"Get to the point," I practically yelled into the phone. "What the hell happened to him!" He was silent, most likely from my rude outburst. "Enough with all the shit about them; I don't care. What. Happened. To. Peeta." I knew I was being really shitty to him, but come on, I was getting a call from a guy at like seven in the morning, who was telling me crap and not telling me a single freaking thing about what has happened to my boyfriend. You had to of cut some slack.

He took a deep breath, clearly stalling from telling me what was wrong. "Maybe you should come and see. He over at the Saint Mary's hospital." I opened my mouth to yell some more colorful language at the guy, but he spoke first. "Good day Miss Everdeen." With that he hung up, leaving me with my emotions, and without any further explanation other than that he was at the hospital, injured. What a coward. Couldn't even tell me what had happened to my Peeta. After all that waiting on the phone to tell me what the hell happened to him.

I pulled on my coat and walked out my apartment door. I rushed down the stairs and to the hospital, cursing myself the whole way for not having enough money to buy myself a car. Any car that drives would be fine, but noI told myself that walking is good for a person. Well that turned out to be shit up my ass. Wonderful, just wonderful. Because of my ignorance for not wanting a car, I had to walk a whopping five miles. I could have just called a cab, but of course my phone is out of battery and there was just so much traffic. Walking was most defiantly the fastest way to get there. Why today of all days was it that the odds just weren't in my favor.

Halfway there, I realize I must look like a complete wreck. My hair was probably all messed up from not brushing it before I walked out the door. Plus, my clothes were all wrinkled from having slept in them. Not only that but, I was running like my life depended on it. It probably did. I might of just died from the anxiety of not knowing what was wrong with him.

When I got in the hospital, I ran up to the lady at the front desk, slamming my hands down on the counter. She looked up startled, but then relaxed. She must have been through the same thing dozens of times with other people with loved ones here in this retched place.

May I help you ma'am?" Her voice was soft and somewhat soothing. She smiled as she waited patiently for me to answer. I just stood there starring off into nothing with an open mouth, trying to find my voice to ask her where Peeta was.

When I found my voice, my voice came out barely audible. "I'm looking for Peeta Mellark." I hated how my voice sounder so small and vulnerable at that moment. It made me sick.

The old woman in front of me was kind enough not to say anything, not even a face. She just went to the computer and looked up what room was his.

She looked up, giving me that warm smile again. "He's in room 502." Thanking her, I turned and walked slowly in the direction of the rooms, paying close attention to what the room numbers are.

After spending a whole ten minutes looking for his room, an employe comes up to me. She looked maybe a few years older than me. Probably in her late twenties. She looked nothing like the girl at the front desk. A scowl was plastered across her face, her arms crossed, and was starring me down in an accusing glare. She had blonde pixie-styled haircut

"You lost," she asked, then laughed. Her laugh sent shivers down my spine. Her laugh was cold and evil-like.

Calming herself down with many deep breaths asked , "What room you looking for?"

Avoiding her gaze by starring down at my feet, I answer, "Room 502." She laughed again, this time worse than the first time she laughed.

"Hate to break it to you, but you're on the wrong floor." My heart sank. All that time spent looking for him only to find I wasn't even on the right floor. Just my luck.

"Come on brainless," she said, walking past me, but not without a small shove to the shoulder. "The elevator is this way." Not really wanting to, but not really have any other choice, I turned and followed her down the hall.

She stopped at the end of the hall and pressed the up arrow next to the elevator doors. We stood in uncomfortable silence as we waited for the elevator to come down to this floor.

When we get in the elevator, the woman next to me pressed the button with the number five on it. I mentally curse myself for not having any common sense. Of course a room starting with a five would be on the fifth floor. I felt so stupid sometimes I just wanted to bang my head against a wall repeatedly.

I looked at the opposite side of the elevator or just wherever she wasn't standing.

"I'm Johanna," she said, braking the horrible silence between the two of them. I looked over at her. Her hand was outstretched to me. I just starred at it,not sure if I should shake it or not. She seemed like one of those people who seemed to pull bunch of pranks on the people around her, and right then I was the only one in the elevator with her. "You're supposed to shake it brainless."

"It's Katniss," I snapped. She wiggled her eyebrows at me.

"We'll someone's bit of a spit fire aren't they," she said teasingly. I didn't laugh, only glared and looked away.

The doors pulled open and I literally jumped out of them. I was about to rush down the hallway when Johanna called back out to me.

"Anxious much? By the way you shouldn't leave without me. I am your tour guide; not the other way 'round." Huffing out a long breath, I shrugged my shoulders and turned to face her. She held a small, smug smirk on her face, and I just wanted to just wipe it right off with a nice punch to the face. "No need to get all feisty. The room's this way." She goes by, bumping me again. I bit my lip to keep from saying anything.

She stops at the end of a hallway. A few doctors were rushing in and out of the room, nonel of them not really in a rush. I get the same feeling as when I was on the phone with that jackass officer. Something was most defiantly wrong. I could tell by all of their sad, tired, faces.

A doctor stops when she sees us. "May I help you, ma'am?"

I nodded, but didn't say anything.

"Well," she asked a little impatiently.

"Is he okay? No one will tell me what's wrong or what happened to him." She starred at me for a moment before sighing and motioning me back the way I just came. I reluctantly followed her, Johanna not far behind.

The doctor goes back down to the first floor. Looking around I saw many people crying and hugging each other tight. The whole sight just depressed me further. I had a gut feeling that something was wrong and everything wouldn't be okay. That somehow what she was about to tell me hurt me and send me into a wave of tears. As if I hadn't looked pathetic enough. How has the day turned out so bad? How did my life end up like this? How did I loose so many loved ones?

Suddenly the doctor stopped unsubtly, causing me to almost run into her back. She turned and put her hands on my shoulders, looking me straight in the eye.

"Miss Everdeen," she said, though how she knew my name I didn't know since I hadn't even said anything. Her next word felt like someone had just stabbed me in the heart. "Peeta has internal bleeding."

Okay, I thought, Internal bleeding isn't fatal. They can fix him. He'll come back to me, and he'll tease me for worrying at nothing.

"Unfortunately, we didn't find him till about an hour ago, and by the looks of it, he's been bleeding for hours before that. We've done everything we can, but it's not good enough, he's slipping away. There's nothing we can do anymore. We're just going to have to let nature run its course."

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