A/N: Reading your feedbacks is making me want to write more. So here it is, I'm continuing the story as a multi-chapter fiction. Thanks for all those who reviewed the first chapter, you all made my day. Btw, I edited a few things in the first chap, you might want to re-read it but it's okay though, if you don't want to. Oh, and I'm gonna post some kind of series/collections of drabbles and oneshots about Peetniss, maybe starting later today or tomorrow, and I'd really appreciate it if you guys wanna take a look of it(:

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These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

"My Immortal" - Evanescence

Liar. Traitor. Killer. Murderer. Monster.

Those words seem to fit me perfectly, ringing in my ears over and over again. My head feels dizzy and the lights around me seem so blinding. I want to move. I want to stand up and scream and curse at the Capitol. I want to show them how much I hate them for making me do this, for turning me into a liar, a traitor, a killer, a murderer, a monster. I want to cry for those who died in the arena. For those who was killed so early in the bloodbath. For Glimmer. For the District 1 boy. For Clove. And Cato, who was eaten alive by the mutts with the dead tributes' eyes and how he painfully stared at me, begging me to shoot my arrow to end his pain. And Rue, my little ally, my innocent little friend that reminded me of Prim—she didn't deserve to die, she was too young to die. And Thresh, who let me go without breaking my skull because I tried to protect Rue. And Foxface, who was killed accidentally by those berries that Peeta collected. Peeta… oh, Peeta…

Tears well up in my eyes and my chest tightens. I still have no energy to move, just stay curled up on the ground, refusing to open my eyes. I don't even know where I am now. Am I still in the arena? Did I really kill Peeta? Or was it all just a dream?

Maybe it was just a dream. A horrible nightmare, all these games, the interviews, the trainings, the reaping, everything… maybe I was just imagining it.

Everything was silence but the sound of the mockingjay whistling, signaling the hovercraft that comes to pick me up.

Or us.

I'm guessing there are two hovercrafts. One for me, the victor of the 74th Annual Hunger Games, and the other one for Peeta's body. Soon his body will be shipped back to District 12 where his family can bury him in the ground.

Within a minute, I'm already up from the ground, trapped inside the hovercraft. A few people—could be the doctors and nurses, I can't care less about them—are rushing at me, picking me up from where I curl up on the floor, placing me on a table and begin fixing me up.

One of them sticks a needle into my veins, and I fall into unconsciousness.

When I open my eyes, I'm no longer lying on the cold metal table. There are no needles stuck in my arms. No blood. No bandages. No oxygen masks. Nothing. I am wearing the same dress I wore at the reaping—mother's old blue dress. Even my hair is perfectly braided.

I'm in the meadow.

I try to find Gale, or Prim, or Mother, or anyone out here. I run into the woods, looking out trees after trees. But no one is here—nothing but the trees and the chirping birds. I don't even see one squirrels out here.

I stop, feeling breathless. I inhale deeply and exhale slowly, my eyes still looking around. Finally, I close my eyes. And then I hear someone calls out my name.

"Katniss! Katniss!"

"Prim!" I shout back. I turn around and find her, standing before a tree, her eyes staring up at me.

I run toward her and envelope her in my embrace. I kiss her head and stroke her blond hair over and over again.

"Katniss, where have you been? I'm scared," she cries, wrapping her arms around my neck tightly.

"I'm here, Prim. You're safe. I'm not going anywhere."

Suddenly, I feel something wet and sticky running down from Prim's back, washing my hands. I lift them up and I see blood.

"No, no no no," I gasp, pulling away from Prim's arms, only to see a little girl with dark hair and dark eyes staring at me with a painful smile on her face.

She drops onto the ground, lying on her back. Her mouth opens and closes, struggling to breathe, to speak between her unbearable pain. She stares at me with her big eyes. "K-Katniss…" and then her eyes closes. But her chest still rises slowly.

"Rue?" I croak out and kneel beside her, cupping her face in my hands. "Rue? Can you hear me?" I brushed my thumb on her cheek, forcing her to open her eyes.

"Katniss," she whispered, "look out…" her eyes stare at something behind me. I blink, and she's gone, no longer in my arms. But the blood are still there.

I call out desperately, "Rue! Prim! Where did you go?"

And when I turn around, Cato is there, holding out his hands to reach my neck and break it. I immediately throw myself backwards and swing my legs to trip him.

He falls, his head bumps into a solid rock with a thump, breaking his skull. A pool of blood is slowly forming underneath his head, making me gag. He looks at me with his now empty eyes, so lifeless, and then his chest just stops moving. He's dead. I killed him. Again.

I manage to stand up with my shaking legs. I hold onto the tree beside me so I won't fall down. And then someone touches my shoulder.

I see my father and Mr. Hawthorne.

"Goodbye, Katniss," he says, "see you later after work," he smiles, and they both turn around, half-running toward the coal mine.

And before I could stop them, the coal mine explodes, cutting their bodies into bits. I'm once again thrown backwards, a pain shoots through my spine. Weirdly, the explosion didn't touch me at all. I'm perfectly fine, without any cuts or bruises or burnt flesh.

I close my eyes for a moment, trying to understand what the hell is happening right now. Why do I keep seeing people around me get killed?

When I open my eyes, the remains of the coal mine is gone, as if it wasn't even there before I blinked.

But instead, I see my mom, holding Prim's hand who's standing beside her. The both stand there staring at me. I stand up and walk toward them, but then Mom holds Prim closer and takes a step back.

"You're a killer. You shouldn't be near us," she says quietly.

Now Prim's crying. "He never did anything bad to you, Katniss," she sobs, "he was nice, really nice to me. He gave me cookies with primroses on them. He was a good person, Katniss," she buries her face in my mom's waist. Mom instantly wraps her arms around Prim, protecting her from me. "He didn't deserve to die!"

Peeta. She's talking about Peeta.

I killed Peeta.

"Catnip," says a voice behind me. "Didn't you once told me he saved your life with the bread? Why couldn't you save him now? I can't believe how selfish you really are."

Gale. No. Don't do this to me.

"I trusted you, Katniss," Madge's soft voice sounds so hollow. "He loved you, and you chose to kill him with your arrow, like he was just another squirrel you're going to trade with his father." I turn around to face her. She points straight at my chest, where the mockingjay pin magically appears. "Did you know that the pin belonged to my aunt? My mom's twin sister. She died in the arena. Just like Peeta."

Haymitch stands beside her, looking surprisingly sober. His has a grim expression on his face. "She's right, sweetheart. Watched Maysilee die in my arms, couldn't do anything to save her. But you… you had a chance to save him, to send him back here to his home. I can't believe you killed that boy. Thought you were more than that."

I look around to see more people circling me. Cinna and Portia. My prep team, Octavia, Flavius, Venia. I see Effie Trinket, without her usual chirpy mood and colorful outfit. Instead, she dyed her hair black, and she also wears everything black, from her head to toe.

As I look around more closely, I realize that everyone is, like Effie, wearing black.

Black. The color of grief. Of sadness. Of loss. Of death.

They're mourning for Peeta. The boy that I killed.

I killed the boy they loved.

And suddenly, they all take a step aside, making a way for someone who's standing behind them. When they stop, I was staring at the blue eyes of Mr. Mellark's.

He stares at me sadly. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't have to. I can't take it anymore. I take a step back and turn around to run away, but instead I run into someone.

The evil witch, Mrs. Mellark.

"You!" she hisses. "You killed my son! My youngest baby boy!" she grips at my shoulders, shaking me back and forth furiously. And then she grabs a handful of my collar and drags me away, and then she pushes me so hard until I fall onto the ground.

I'm kneeling beside a grave. I keep my head down, not brave enough to read the name on the gravestone. Though I don't need to. I already know whose grave this is.

But Mrs. Mellark chooses to pull my braid down, forcing my head to lift upward and stare at the gravestone.

Peeta Mellark.

I close my eyes.

"Look at that! He's now buried deep in there. He doesn't deserve this! But you… killed him. You are a monster!"

She lets go of her grip on my hair and leaves. I hung my head down as I start to sob. All of her words—their words—were all true. I should be ashamed of what I've become. A monster.

"Katniss, look at me."

I freeze at his soft voice. Gulping, I lift my head up.

He is there. Looking at me sadly with his blue eyes.

"Katniss," he whispers.

My throat feels dry. "Peeta… I'm sorry…"

"Katniss…" he says my name softly once again, and now I realize that he's slowly starting to fade away. I stand up to reach for him, but I can't. I can only grasp the thin air. He's untouchable.

"Peeta! Peeta, don't go!"

He never stops saying my name, even now that he's completely gone from my sight.

"No! Peeta!"

Katniss… Katniss… Katniss…

"Peeta!"

"Katniss! Katniss, wake up!"

My eyes snap open. I'm not in the woods anymore. I'm in a room with white walls around. A soft, blue blanket is tucked around me. I lift my hands and I don't see any traces of Rue's blood or the dirt from the grave. Not only that, my scars from the games and years of hunting in the woods with Gale are also gone.

The Capitol has surgically fixed me up.

"Katniss."

I look up to see Haymitch, not Peeta.

"Good to see you awake, sweetheart. You've been out for two days."

I don't say anything, so he calls my name once again more softly.

"Katniss…"

"I killed him."

He just sighs.

"He's dead. I killed him," I repeat. He rubs his eyes tiredly. "I killed him, Haymitch! I did what the Capitol wanted me to do!"

I didn't realize I was crying until I feel Haymitch's arms wrapped around me. The smell of his liquor is strong as always, but I don't pull away. I do need a hug, even if it's from an old drunkard.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he murmurs.

I shake my head. Why is he sorry? This is all my fault. Haymitch wasn't there in the arena with Peeta, but I was. I was the one who shot him with my arrow.

He sighs again. "You did what you had to do. He wanted it—he wanted to protect you. Even if you hadn't released your arrow at him… he would've killed himself. And you know that."

I pull away to wipe my eyes, half feeling embarrassed that I've just had a mental breakdown in front of him.

And then something crosses my mind.

"Haymitch, did he…," I gulp, "Was it all really just an act? All of his words? And… those kisses?"

His eyes tells me, wordlessly.

It wasn't an act.

Ufff, I know. Another depressing chapter. The next one is gonna be a lot less sad, I promise. Review!