The heavy satchel I have slung over my shoulder is currently pulling a muscle, as I have a huge haul of game inside. I remember when I was scared to go too deep into the woods, meaning I never had much game. I open the gate, leading up to my ridiculously large house, given only two of us live in it. It was even more ridiculously large when it's only inhabitant was me. I go to open the door, only to find it already open. I place my hand on the handle, and push it open further. In the hall, I see piles of broken furniture. I follow the path of broken items, including plant pots, dishes, tables, and a photo frame. Inside is a picture of Prim. I bring my hand to my mouth to stifle a cry. Her long, blonde hair falls on to her shoulders. This was taken the day she told me something had changed, and that I was giving people hope. She had grown up so much, and I'd missed it. I force myself to pull my eyes away from her perfect face, and continue through the house. I hear a scream, followed by a loud bang. I enter the lounge. Peeta. He's crouched on the floor.
"Peeta?" I ask, beginning to move closer to him.
He turns to look at me. He doesn't look right. He has a look of anger, no, disgust, on his face, and his eyes are dark. This isn't Peeta. This is mutt Peeta. Before I have time to run, he's already grabbed me. His hands are already around my throat before I have a chance to react. I squirm underneath him. I notice a table leg not too far from me on my left. I have to remind myself that this isn't my Peeta. This is the capitol's mutt. This gives me the determination to grab the table leg, and hit Peeta in the arm with it. Hard. He screams, and releases his grip on me. I scrabble away from him, and dart across the floor . I run out of the door, and down the corridor. I crash into a wall in my haste, causing me to cry out. Dam it. Peeta probably heard me. I cup my shoulder, already weak from carrying my game bag. I stumble into the study. Empty. I should be safe. I turn to close the door. Peeta's already there. I scream.
"That's not going to help you. Nobody can hear you. Or at least they can, but they just don't care. You're a mutt, brought here to kill everyone. You're a mutt, created by the Capitol!"
"No. No, you're wrong! You're the only mutt around here!" I yell.
As a result of this, Peeta lunges at me. I dive to the floor, and roll out of the way, a move I learnt in district 13. I stand up on the other side of the study, hurry out of the room, and slam the door. I run down the hall, until I reach the kitchen. I duck under the main counter, where my mother and prim often tended to patients. Including Gale. That son of a... Now is not the time to think about Gale. From the top of the counter, I grab the first thing I find, which happens to be a wooden spoon. This could be used as a weapon, but one that won't hurt Peeta too badly. I soon hear the sound of Peeta's heavy footsteps getting closer. When I feel as if they're on top of me, they stop. I sit up, and look around. Suddenly, I'm grabbed by the ankles, and pulled out from under my safe spot.
"You thought you could get away from me? Never!" He yells, before snatching the wooden spoon out from my grasp. He begins to beat me with it. I scream, and begin to cry. After everything I've been through, and most of it for Peeta, am I to die at his hand? No, this can't be it. In a way, I would be dying at Snow's hand, and I refuse to die like that. I begin to see spots. Everything goes black.