Here's the next chapter! Enjoy! I do not own Mockingjay.

Ch. 9

"Do you know what they did to you?" It was a couple days after Sky had come and visited me. Her eyes were wide when she left me because the doctors had told her to. She was the only person I had left that actually knew my family.

Now, I feel as if I had controlled the monster inside of me. I've thought about Katniss and the only thing that registers is disbelief that I could ever trust her. I had remembered few things, but I knew she did not treat me the best.

My doctor stood before me with a couple of new, young doctors standing beside him. I had a feeling this would be more than just my daily check up. An explanation is what he had told me before he walked in. I needed one of those.

"Changed me." I answer his question. I didn't know how they did it; I just knew they did. I was different. It was irreparable.

"Yes. In a very cruel way. They injected Tracker Jacker venom into your bloodstream and showed you things that happened to you when Katniss was there. Adding fear to the whole situation. They made you fear her." The last sentence is heavy. Part of me remembers what it was like loving her. I remember adoring her, I remember wanting to do anything and everything for her. And in a deep dark memory I remember wanting to die for her; on multiple accounts.

But now I just did not understand all of that.

I take a gulp. I just wanted my family and my home. I wanted to close my eyes and wake up to the smell of bread and Marcus shaking me awake and Mom yelling at us to come down. Was that too much to ask for?

"Peeta, we understand this is very hard to take in. I mean you're in a foreign place, surrounded by people you've never met, confused on the events of the past weeks. It would be hard for anyone." He pauses and looks at me as if it would take me a while to catch up. I nod for him to continue. "We were wondering if you would watch a video of Katniss? Nothing intimidating. Just her singing. See if it brings up any good, real memories."

Real memories. All the others were fake, and they were just hoping I would become the old me. In all honesty I was hoping for that too. I might as well play along, if they think it will work. Maybe it will.

"I'm ready." I say. One of the young students walks to the small TV up in the corner of my room. She turns it on and after she pushes a few buttons I see Katniss.

Really, the doctor was right, there was nothing intimidating about it. She stands in the trees of home, away from the damage that the bombs had brought. At least part of it was still beautiful.

She sings a song. It's familiar and partially morbid, talking about coming to the hanging tree. But there was nothing wrong with her voice, if you weren't looking at her scratched up face or her dull grey eyes it would be a thing of beauty. I couldn't deny that. Even the birds were stopping to listen.

With that I'm thrown back. Standing outside the bakery as a little boy watching as people come in and out. It was a busy day with the sun shining and children laughing. I lived for days like these. A tall man with dark coal covering his face walks up. Humming the tune that Katniss sang on the video. His voice was just as perfect as hers. It takes me awhile to realize that this indeed is Katniss's father.

"Lovely day, Peeta." He says to me as he walks into the bakery. His voice had the same affect. Before he had stopped to talk to me, all the birds around us were sitting still and listening to him.

"Did that remind you of anything?" The television is off now and all the doctors look at me expectantly.

"Just, I remember her dad singing it outside the bakery when I was a boy. That's all. Nothing else." I might have remembered more if I hadn't been focusing on that one thing. Her dad's voice held me.

"Are you sure?" He looks as at me as if I am holding something back. I wish I had more to share with him, I just don't.

"I'm sure." Then, so they would leave I close my eyes and say, "I need sleep." And sure enough I hear them shuffle out of the room and the door close behind them.

With that click something else clicks in my mind. I'm not sure why it came, or why the Capitol never played with these memories, but here they were staring me down until I take a moment to think about them.

I'm in the Games, the last ones, in a thick jungle with hot air and sticky sweat. I see something explode over-head and a giant claw grabs me. Then it's days later. I'm in a dark cell a tall guard stands over me, interrogating me.

"You knew nothing? Nothing? I find that hard to believe considering Haymitch had a big part in it. He's honest with you isn't he?" He keeps asking and getting in my face knowing full well that I did in fact know nothing. I feel the same fear I did in those first weeks in the Capitol. But with these knew memories I knew I did have to talk to someone.

"Hey is someone there?" I yell out into the empty air knowing full well that someone is monitoring me.

"Yes, Peeta." Someone answers. If I took time to think about it I would realize that people are nice to me, but I didn't have enough time to think about such things.

"Can I talk to Haymitch tomorrow?" I ask. I had to talk to him. He needed to know that part of this, of who I've become, is on him. He needs to take responsibility.

"Of course, Mr. Mellark. Sleep well."

I've been meaning to say this for awhile now, but I'm so excited for Jennifer Lawrence! She got an Oscar nomination! And She won a Golden Globe last night! She's an amazing idol and I adore her. Any other Jen lovers here?

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