AN: I feel awful. I was up all night with my sick brother and I didn't have more that ten minutes sleep. No one told me to look after him but my dad had work early in the morning and my mum was at work. So that leaves my two sisters and me. The oldest was asleep in her bedroom so I decided not to wake her, but my other sister… was acting like a clown! So I had to do all the work and rub his back and all that. And now! I have a bad throat; one tonsil is nearly twice the size of the other and it hurts to eat, drink and swallow. So I'm writing to stop me from feeling sorry for myself. I'm posting this chapter tomorrow (a chapter a day) so hopefully I'll be better then! This chapter is going to be a three days later, okay? Sorry about my rant… enjoy the chapter!

Katniss

Three days and nothing else has happened to Peeta and I so far. Every couple of hours we walk for a while and find a new place to settle down. There have been five more cannons, which means fifteen are dead and nine still alive.I don't have any idea who are still alive and it's driving me crazy. "Katniss," Peeta whispers in his sleep and I stroke his face with the back of his hand. This tree is so uncomfortable. It doesn't help that Peeta nearly fell out of a tree two days ago when his leg got stuck in the sleeping bag. We laughed about it afterwards but I don't think he realises how much the event scared me.

"Hey," Peeta whispers, his warm breath on my cheek. I blink and my blurry eyes come into focus and I see my boy with the bread.

"Hi," I reply. "Can we get out of this tree now?"

He grins, "Katniss Everdeen, my hunter girl who I bet can climb the tallest tree in the world in less that five minutes, wants to get out of a tree?"

I roll my eyes but I'm glad he still has some humour left after being thrown in the arena twice and hurt by me more times than I can count on my ten fingers and toes.

He considers my question playfully, taking his time to answer and he finally says, "Go on then." We carefully pack everything into a parachute and then climb down. Once my feet hit the floor I watch Peeta climb down, my eyes never leaving his body because I'm scared that if I blink he'll be lying on the floor with a broken back.

I load my bow and walk in front of Peeta, waiting for something or someone to jump out and try to hurt him. I suppose killing me would hurt him, I think, but I've accepted the fact that I am going to die, hopefully saving Peeta in the process. He deserves it, he deserves to go back home and marry a girl, Delly maybe, I know they're good friends- and to have lot's of babies like I know he wants. I don't know why he loves me after all the hurt and pain I've put him through. He's crazy and amazing and perfect and just… better than life it's self.

I suddenly come to a stop and Peeta walks into the back of me. "Why did you stop?" he asks, curiously and I reply by turning around so our chests are touching and then pressing my lips to his. He is surprised by my actions but then relaxes and kisses me back. My hands tangle in his hair while his hold my waist. I feel like someone has taken over my body, someone who wants to do more than kiss Peeta right now. I lean against him while exploring his mouth and he stumbles backwards, his back pressing against the tree.

I pull away for air. "What was that for?" he pants.

"For being you," I say and press my lips to his again. "You're so… amazing and perfect… and y-you don't deserve someone… l-like me," I say between kisses. I pull away and I'm about to kiss him again when I burst into tears. The sudden emotion surprises both Peeta and I and his face is filled with a worried expression.

"Did I hurt you?" he asks, worriedly and I shake my head.

"N-no," I stutter and drop to my knees. "I-I don't know what's the matter with me," I sob and he sits next to me and pulls me onto his lap.

He rocks me left and right while I drench his shirt with my tears. I beat myself up inside for being so weak on live television and I bet Snow loves my actions. "Shh," Peeta whispers, soothingly. It feels like a whole day has past by the time the tears stop. I stand up and blink several times, my wet and blurry eyes not coming into focus. I can just make out Peeta standing up and brushing the mud off his pants.

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

"There's nothing to be sorry for," he replies and I ignore the fact that he's wrong and kneel down and feel the grass for my bow and sheath of arrows. "Here," he says, pulling my arm and making me stand. He puts something in my hands and I realise it's my bow.

"Thanks," I whisper and he kisses my forehead.

"Your welcome," he says. "We better get going. This isn't the safest place to rest, we'll walk for about an hour and search for a tree."

I nod in agreement and we start walking, me in front of him despite my blurry eyes. I squint a little so I can see better but it doesn't help much so I try my best to see.

We've walked for a while, I realise as my legs start to ache and my stomach growls in hunger. "Do you want to stop?" Peeta asks, noticing me dragging my feet.

Everything happens too fast. My reply is on the tip of my tongue but something stops it from coming out. I step forward and a pain shoots up my leg and I find myself flying backwards, a scream filled with pain escaping my lips. I squeeze my still-blurry eyes shut and yell in pain when my back hits something hard, a tree I think, and I land on my stomach on the hard ground. "Katniss!" I hear Peeta yell and I try to stay awake but my eyes close automatically. I ponder what happened while my eyes close and I realise that I'd just walked into a force field.

If I'd walked into it face-first I'm sure I wouldn't be here now. That's my last thought before everything goes black.

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