After Peeta's return, my life seemed to get easier. I don't know if it was just that his presence had somehow affected me, or if I was starting to find closure. But whatever it was, it didn't last very long.

Each night, Prim weaves her way into my dreams. At first, it's soothing. Seeing Prim with her dusty blonde hair and lively brown eyes. But then the nightmares begin. She is blown up by the Capitols bombs, burned by the fires, or even worse. Sometimes she is reaped again, and immediately killed in the games.

The nightmares are repetitive, repulsive even. And the worst part is that I can do anything to stop them from happening. There is nobody to comfort me after the drama, so I end up hysterical. Sometimes, I scream so loud that I'm sure Peeta can hear. I cry and cry until every last drop of dignity is drained from my body. Then I sit there in silence, the fear of more of them to occur haunting me. The sun's orange rays through my bedroom window is the only thing keeping me from going insane, if I'm not already. The sun means that it is no longer night, which means that the nightmares are non existent for 12 hours.

I woke up, the sun in my eyes and clatter in the kitchen. I sat in my bed and collected myself until I was mentally stable again. Greasy Sae was in the kitchen as I plopped down the stairs, and to my surprise, so was Peeta.

"Good Mornin!" Sae said, in the best mood I've ever seen her in. This was probably explained by Peeta.

"Morning." I said, rubbing my eyes.

"Katniss, I brought some pancakes for you and Sae." Peeta said as he yawned. No wonder he is tired. My screams probably kept him up.

"Thanks." I tried to sound empathetic, but my morning mood drowned that out.

I sat down at the table and cut a piece of the pancake on my plate.

"Mhm! This is really good." I said, stuffing my mouth with more.

Peeta just let out a soft laugh. "Thanks."

After breakfast, I put on my hunting boots and jacket.

"Peeta, I'm going out!" I called out. He was washing the dishes from todays meal. I realized that it was rude that I wasn't helping him, but since when was I polite? I pushed away the thought and climbed over the wire fence. They have yet to remove it, but I heard that it was going to happen in the next 2 weeks.

By mid afternoon, I had caught 2 squirrels, 1 rabbit, and gathered some wild berries. I knew that Peeta would want to make some sort if tart out of them. Baking has been a part of his therapy, so I usually encourage it. Peeta has been using my kitchen, because it is more clean (surprisingly) and was renovated. I don't mind, and I enjoy the extra company.

"I'm back!" I called out as I took of my boots and jacket.

"Did you catch anything?" A voice from the kitchen asked.

"Yup. I caught a bunch, and got a surprise for you," I replied.

I wandered over to the kitchen, and the smell of bread filled my senses.

Peeta was covered in flour and I was quite surprised by how much he had baked in such a short amount of time.

"Wow, looks like you've been busy." I said.

"Yeah, I've been baking like crazy. I've made cookies, rolls, and cupcakes." He said, proud at what he had accomplished. I nodded.

"So. What did you want to give me?" He asked as he washed his hands and looked up at me.

I walked over to my hunting bag and pulled out a sack of berries.

I tossed them over to him, and he caught it with ease. He opened the sack and his eyes grew wide.

"Thank you so much! Now I can make those tarts!" He immediately started washing the berries and put them into the fridge.

"You're welcome." I chuckled at the amount of excitement he bared for a few berries.

The thought reminded me of the first Hunger Games. Me and Peeta had threatened to eat Nightlock. An entire rebellion had started because of a few berries. So I guess I shouldn't judge Peeta for just being excited.

I realized that I was covered in dirt and some blood from my game, so I quickly went upstairs to change. I showered and payed extra attention to my hair, which was still fried from the Games and the bombings. Even with the capitols special concoction, my hair was not able to make a full recovery. This made me think of the rest of my body, permanently scarred. I traced one beginning on my left forearm and watched it crawl up my elbow. It was discolored and gross. My entire body was covered in scars. They are just a reminder of my past. And I hate them because of that.

The water was starting to get cold, so I got out and changed into my day clothes. This was basically just a pair of black pants and a sweater. I tied my hair into a neat bun and proceeded downstairs to find Haymitch sitting on our couch.

Luckily, he wasn't too drunk. I don't want my house to smell of liquor.

"What're you doing here?" I asked, probably sounding harsh.

"Nice to see you too, sweetheart." He said. I rolled my eyes at this old nickname.

"He wanted some of those tarts." Peeta said from the kitchen.

I looked at Peeta and then back at Haymitch.

"Ok, then." I said as I plopped down on the couch across from the one occupied by Haymitch.

I didn't know exactly what to do, so I fiddled with one of the bracelets that Prim had given me. It was hand-beaded and was made of dark green string and a series of black beads. When she gave it too me, I was surprised that she had made it. It looked like it was professionally done. And it was adjustable and water proof. I always kept it on.

"Here." Peeta walked out with a container with 5 tarts. They were bite sized, and had bright red jelly. I could tell that the crust had coconut by the flakes and the smell.

As Haymitch left, I asked, "Are these coconut?"

"Yup. I know you like coconut." He said as he smiled at me.

"Ooh, thanks!" I didn't really plan to eat the tarts, but now that they had coconut, I would probably eat a few. And I knew that Peeta did it on purpose, to get me to eat some. But I decided not to mention it.

The rest of the day was normal; prepare the stuff I had hunted, eat dinner with Greasy Sae and Haymitch, and go to bed.