Hey, readers! Here is the next chapter and I'm really excited for you all to read it because this is the longest chapter I have ever written. I started it and couldn't stop! Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

I don't know why, but I have a strange urge to go to the meadow. I shower, braid my hair and dress into jeans, a t-shirt, my hunting boots and my father's jacket. I walk past the kitchen and see Peeta making a loaf of bread.

"Where are you going?" Peeta asks curiously.

"Out to the meadow. I'll be back in a little bit," I reply as I walk up to Peeta and give him a hug. I pull away and head towards the door. When I open the door, I turn around and see Peeta returning to the bread with a huge grin. I chuckle to myself as I walk out the door and stride across his yard to the meadow. Once I arrive at the meadow the shread of happiness I had quickly dissapears, a wave of sadness and frustration instantly filling its place. I run towards the center of the meadow, where all the wildflowers grow tallest, and collapse into a clutter of purple and white blossoms. Seeing the flowers remind me of Rue, which then reminds me of Prim; both so innocent and loving. I start to sob, blaming myself for both of their deaths. After what feels like hours, I calm down to the point where there are still tears steaming down my face, but I'm no longer sobbing. Suddenly I hear a familiar voice start to sing a song, one that I remember from my childhood when my father was still alive. He would sing it to Prim and I if we ever awoke from a strong nightmare.

"Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound."

A realisation strikes me like lightning when I figure out the voice is mine, but that doesn't stop me from singing. Actually, I start to sing more songs from my childhood. I don't know how long I sing for, but by the time I'm finished its dark out, and way later than I expected to be out. I'm snapped out of my thoughts by someone calling my name. I turn around and see a panicked and anxious Peeta calling out for me. I weakly stand up, trying to get feeling back into my numb legs. Looking up I notice Peeta is no longer standing there, instead he is sprinting in my direction with relief evident on his face. He runs up to me and wraps me in his arms.

"You scared me to death! I didn't know what to think when you didn't come home," he mumbles into my hair. I start to cry, realizing how much worry Peeta went through.

"I'm s-sorry," I stammer out between sobs. I wrap my arms tighter around his neck as his get tighter around my waist.

"Shh," he coos, "It's okay. Just don't do it again." I nod against his shoulder and feel him shift. Next thing I know, I'm hovering above the ground with Peeta's arms underneath my legs and back. I snuggle into the crook of his neck and attempt to stop my tears. Peeta carries me back to his house, and I'm grateful, I don't think I would have been able to handle my house. When we reach his front door, he sets my feet down so he can open the door, then picks me up again. Once inside, he shuts the door with his foot and carries me up the stairs. When we reach the guest bedroom, I close my eyes in pure exhaustion. I feel Peeta lay me onto the soft and welcoming bed, then his heat leaves and I get shivers down my spine. I quickly open my eyes and see him leave the room. Not wanting to bother him, I close my eyes and am greeted with a nightmare filled abyss.

~Dream~ I'm walking through my woods, quiver slung on my back, and bow in hand. I walk for a little longer until I hear a blood curdling scream that belongs to Rue.

"Rue!"

I start sprinting in the direction of the scream and I enter a clearing. In the middle of the open woods is an all too familiar sight; Rue, struggling against a net with a spear in her stomach.

"Noo!" I screech as I fall to the ground in a mess of tears.

"Katniss! Katniss, help!" I hear another familiar voice, Prim. I quickly get to my feet to see the scene of a bloody Rue has vanished, in its place is Prim in her reaping clothes, encased in a glass box, banging on the wall separating us.

"Prim! It's gonna be okay! I prom-" before I can finish my sentence, a hovercraft appears out of no where and a little package drops into the glass box with Prim.

"No! Don't open it!" I scream at Prim, but it's too late, the package has exploded, turning Prim into little tiny pieces.

"Katniss! Katniss!" I hear Peeta shout, but by now I've curled up into a ball and clenched my hands over my ears, trying to block out the agonizing cries of Peeta. But they just keep getting louder and louder, then eventually I open my eyes and am staring straight into Peeta's worried ones. I burst out crying and sobbing, and without a word Peeta cradles me in his arms and rocks back and forth attempting to sooth me.

"Shh, it's okay, it's not real," he whispers in my ear. I shake my head and cry harder.

"I-it wa-as re-real," I gasp between sobs.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks.

I shake my head, "N-not right no-ow."

Peeta nods and goes back to rocking me back and forth until sleep eventually finds me. I wake up to the sun shining in my eyes. I roll over and see Peeta is still asleep, I look closer and see how exhausted he looks. I can't help but feel guilty, knowing that it was me who kept him up all night due to my vicious nightmares. Instead of getting up and leaving Peeta, I lay there and study his features. I notice how his soft, blond hair falls over his eyes and his slightly chapped lips look so welcoming. Not being able to help myself, I lean in and plant a kiss on Peeta's soft lips. I pull away and see him looking at me with happy, but concerned eyes.

"How are you feeling?"

"Good," I lie. In reality, I'm shattered, struggling to hold myself together. He knows I just lied to him, but he dismisses it with a smile.

"How 'bout some breakfast?" Before I can even open my mouth to respond, my stomach gives a low growl. Peeta laughs and I smile, then we get out of bed and head downstairs to eat breakfast. Peeta makes eggs and toast while I sit back and watch. When he comes over to the table with our food I say, "I'm sorry."

He gives me a confused look and asks, "What for?"

"For keeping you up all night."

"That wasn't your fault. I was up painting until I heard you scream, speaking of which, do you want to talk about your dream?"

I nod my head yes and begin to explain my horrid nightmare. When I'm done I'm gasping for breath and tears are pouring down my face. Peeta comes over and cradles me like he did last night and whispers something words into my ear until I calm down.

"I want to see your paintings," I ask after I've stopped crying. Peeta's face turns bright red and he nods his head. We walk to a spare room upstairs and when he opens the door, I am astonished at how amazing his work is.

"Do you like it?" Peeta asks in a small voice.

"Like it? I love it! Peeta these are amazing!"

"Thanks."

Once I''ve finished marveling at his talent, I pull him downstairs and we snuggle on the couch together while watching films for the rest of the day.

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Until next time, May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor...
~KatnissOdairMellark