Hey, guys! I'm so sorry for not updating on Friday, but I was busy and couldn't find time to finish this chapter. Anyways, I'm sorry and I hope you enjoy!

Sometime during our 5th film, I close my eyes from pure exhaustion. A few minutes after, I hear the television turn off and feel Peeta's arms wrap around my back and under my legs. He picks me up and carries me up the stairs to the guest bedroom, then lays me down on the bed. I instantly feel colder not having Peeta's warmth, so I open my eyes to see Peeta turning to leave. Struggling to fight off sleep, I reach out and grab Peeta's hand and say, "Stay with me."

"Always," he replies, climbing into the bed with me and wrapping his arms around my waist, engulfing me in his warmth. Sleep quickly takes over and I am faced with a dreadful nightmare.

~Dream~

I'm in the Quarter Quell again, and monkeys are starting to surround us.

"We have to get to the beach!" I yell to Peeta and Finnick. They nod and we start to run to the beach when a monkey knocks me down. Before it can attack me Finnick has speared it and Peeta helps me up. We sprint through the trees, hacking, spearing and shooting all the monkeys. I reach behind me to grab a new arrow and sudden panic surges through me, I have no more arrows. I compensate for my loss in arrows by using my bow to hit the mutts. Once we have reached the tree line, a yell resonates from behind me. I turn around and see Peeta has tripped over a fallen tree and the monkeys are not close behind him. I run back and help him up, but before he is fully on his feet a monkey springs forward and sinks its teeth into Peeta's chest.

"Noo!" I screech. I take Peeta's machete and kill the mutt.

"Peeta! Peeta, please! Stay with me!" I screech. He looks me in the eyes and whispers, "Always," before he goes limp. I hear the cannon and now I'm in hysterics.

"Peeta! Peeta! Wake up! I need you! Please! I can't live without you!" I scream while shaking Peeta's cold body. I suddenly get an idea and grab Peeta's machete laying next to his body. I quickly grab it and plunge it through my chest.

~End Dream~

I jolt upright and see Peeta looking at me with concerned eyes.

"Peeta!" I exclaim as I throw my arms around him and knock both of us to the floor.

"Ow," Peeta mumbles.

"Oh my gosh. I-I'm sorry," I stammer, crawling off of him and standing up. He stands up and hugs me.

"I'm fine, but are you?" I bury my head into his collar and nod.

"Nightmare?" I hug him tighter.

"I'll take that as a yes."

I pull away and kiss him, "I'm sorry if I scared you, it's just that in my dream I lost you, and I can't loose you."

He strokes my cheek with his thumb and leans in and gives me a short but passionate kiss.

"Trust me, I'm not going anywhere."

I smile and announce that I'm going to go shower since I am drenched in sweat. Peeta nods and goes back to bed as I grab clothes and go into the bathroom. I examine myself in the mirror and am instantly self-conscience. There staring back at me is a broken girl who has shadows under her eyes from lack of sleep and ugly scars from the two games and a rebellion. I look away in disgust and quickly strip and get in the shower. I scrub my body and hair and then stand under the water, thinking. Thinking about how much things have changed, how much I have changed in three years. I step out and dry off, but as I'm getting dressed I catch a glimpse of my body in the mirror. My waist is really thin and a few of my ribs are visible. I divert my eyes and finish getting dressed. Just as I'm pulling my shirt over my head a knock comes at the door and Peeta's voice sound from the other side of the door, "Katniss? Are you okay? You've been in there for an hour and a half."

"Yeah, I'm fine. The time just got away from me," I say as I open the door.

"What's wrong?" Peeta questions. I shake my head and walk past him and down the stairs. Tired from lack of sleep, I lay down on the couch and Peeta comes and sits on the floor in front of the couch by my face. He strokes my wet hair and leans in to kiss my lips, but turn my head so he kisses my cheek. He pulls away and looks hurt, but quickly transfers to a concerned face.

"Will you tell me what's wrong, please?" I shake my head, closing my eyes, holding back tears.

"I love you."

I can't hold back the sobs anymore, and I shatter into a mess of emotions. Peeta holds me and lets me cry on his shoulder.

"Why?" I question.

"Huh?"

"Why?" He gives me a confused look.

"Why do you love me?"

He doesn't hesitate to answer, "Because you are beautiful, strong, caring, and so much more. But most of all, you love me with all of my flaws."

"Yeah, but I'm stubborn, mean, and not what you deserve. I caused you to be tortured and hijacked-"

"So, without you I wouldn't be alive right now."

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts, and I don't deserve you."

I scoff, "Really? I'm the one that caused this mess. You didn't pull out those berries, didn't spark a rebellion. I caused this mess and shouldn't be alive because of it. I deserve someone who is terrible and rude, just like me. Not someone sweet, kind and caring like you. You deserve someone just like you, just like Delly. Not someone who ruined your life."

"You didn't ruin-"

"Yeah, I did. If I hadn't pulled out those berries or ate them and died, then the Quarter Quell wouldn't have happened, nor the rebellion, and you wouldn't have been tortured and hijacked."

"You didn't ruin my life by doing all of that. You saved it, if you would have died in the 74th Hunger Games, then I would have come home and turned into Haymitch. Yeah, being tortured was a downfall, but you were safe and that was all that mattered."

I open my mouth to fight back, but quickly close it and nod my head in defeat, knowing that arguing with Peeta was pointless.

He cradles me in his arms when he asks, "What's bothering you? And don't say nothing, because I can tell something is wrong."

I shake my head, not daring to look him in the eyes.

"I just don't know how you can stand to look at me. A murderer of thousands of people. A disgustingly thin, sleep deprived mur-"

"You are a hero, not a murderer. You saved all of Panem from the terror of the Hunger Games. And I don't care about your looks because no matter what I think you are beautiful."

I smile, kiss him and lay down on the couch again. He strokes my hair for a while until I ask him to lay down with me. He agrees and wraps his strong arms around my waist and continues to stroke my hair. I soon fall into a dreamless state.

YAY! So, what did you all think? Please tell me, because I love getting told what I'm doing wrong so I can fix it. Next update will be either Friday or Saturday this week.

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

~KatnissOdairMellark