Heyyyyyy! Before you read this, i want to thank you all for the amount of reads I have on here: 22.8k! I couldn't ask for better readers and to celebrate my amount of reads, I will write a very long chapter for you all. I hope you like it!! Enjoy!

Cinna. Cinna is alive and sitting at my kitchen table. He is full of scratches and brusies, but he is alive. 

"Cinna?" I question, not sure if this is real life or the start of a cruel nightmare.

"Hello, Katniss," he responds as he stands and walks over to me. When he reaches me I embrace him and begin to cry.

"I thought you were dead!" I state as I reluctantly let go of him. He shakes his head and embraces me again. I pull away again and ask, "What happened to you? Where were you during the war?" 

His smile drops and I instantly know that I've hit a sensative subject.

"Well," Cinna begins, "After those guards dragged me out of the launch room, I was dragged to a prison cell within the presidential mansion. I was left there to bleed to death, but my blood soon clot and I was weakened severely. I was starved, beat, tortured for rebel secrets, and forced to watch your games; it was horrifying, but I know you and Peeta would make it out, I knew Plutarch would make sure of that. 

"After you blew up the force field, I was beaten and blamed for your actions. Don't apologize for it either, because I would have taken it a thousand times to keep you safe. I was kept in a cement room for a couple weeks, fed every other day with a smal piece of bread and dirty water, until one day a guard came and dragged me from the corner of my cell and brought me into a room with a one way window; the view made my heart drop. On the other side of that window was Peeta, strapped to a table, attempting to break free from the restrainsts. He was only a little thinner than when he was in the arena, and he had a few scratches, but he looked otherwise healthy. I heard him screaming for you and my heart dropped, assuming that the Capitol had gotten a hold of both of you, afraid of what they were doing to you, being the Mockingjay and all, but my fear soon dissipated when I heard a guard tell Peeta that the Rebels had you. Peeta looked relieved as well, he stayed strong, for you. I had to stand there and watch him get tortured, it was terrible, but there was nothing I could do. I was brought back to my cell and my daily routine contiued until the rebels broke in to resuce Peeta and the others. Unfortunatly, my cell was unseen by ones how did not know it was there. A rebel passed by my cell, but it was soundproof from the inside out and they couldn't hear my cries for help, nor see any cell door. Luckly, someone bumped the lock unknowingly and I was able to escape.

"I escaped quickly and made it to the local forest on the outskirts of the Capitol. I walked for about a week, taking refuge in the forest, eating berries I knew were edible and walking from dawn to dust. Eventually I reached District 3 and found a very kind family who listened to my delimma and gave me shelter and food. I graciously thanked them and helped out with the war in District 3. Once I knew it was safe, I disguised myself and bought a train ticket to District 11, I was going to walk to 12. I thanked my hosts and quickly departed. I soon reached District 11 and started my journey to 12, again taking refuge within the forests and eating the only things I knew were edible. I reached District 12 and was horrified at the sight, I quickly ran back into the forest and hid there. I traveled to 13 on foot, but by the time I reached there the war was already over, so I stayed awhile, but soon left again for 12. And that is what leads me to now. I reached 12, wandered into the Victors Village and I saw Peeta looking really frantic, mumbling about how he was stupid, but as soon as he saw me his voice ceased and he stood there looking in astonishment at me. I cleared my throat and he snapped out of his trance, guiding me into this house and he hasn't been back since." 

"If you don't mind me asking, why were you traveling to District 12 in the first place," I question, soaking up everything he just told me.

"Because I wanted to see you, to let you know that I was alive," he replies. I embrace him once again and get a feeling of pure bliss, knowing that my one and only true friend is alive and right here. 

"Do you know what Peeta's problem was?" Cinna asks, and I respond with a shake of my head. Then the door flys open and in walks a flustered and pissed off Haymitch, grumbling profanities. 

"Well you haven't changed much," Cinna observes. Haymitch looks severely confused, but soon shakes his head and walks out the door. Cinna starts to laugh and I join in, happiness flowing through my viens, giving me a small buzz. 

"Follow me," I wave Cinna after me, leading him upstairs to a spare bedroom. I show him a room and tell him he can stay as long as he wants.

"This truly isn't neccesarry," he argues.

"Its nothing, really," I respond, heading back downstairs, giving him some time to rest. I reach the kitchen and remember this morning, all the smashed plates and Peeta yelling at me. Then I realize that the broken plates had been cleaned up.

Typical Peeta, I think to myself. I walk outside to go sit on my front steps and take everything in, when I collide with another person. 

"I am so sorry," Peeta says. I don't respond, just walk past him to the sidewalk, but he follows. 

"Wait! Katniss, I can explain!" He yells, lightly grabbing my wrist. I stop, but look the other direction. 

"Please," he pleads. I give in and look at him. 

"What?" I sigh, uselessly building up my wall to protect myself.

"I'm sorry about this morning, I didn't want to hurt you. I was teetering on the egde of reality and my worst nightmare, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled, I was trying to protect you, I know you don't need it, but I didn't want to hurt you because I wouldn't have been able to forgive myself, even if it was olny a scratch and you forgave me," he contines to ramble until I cut him off with a kiss.

"It's okay, I forgive you. I overreacted," I give him another kiss on the lips and when I pull away I see Cinna watching and smiling from his window. I blush and look down. 

"What?" Peeta questions, lifting my gaze to his by tilting my chin up. 

"Cinna saw us kiss," I whisper, turning even redder than I was. Peeta laughs, causing me to smile and I pull him in for one more. 

"I like you, bread boy. Like a lot," I say, looking into his eyes.

"And I love you, fire girl," Peeta kisses my forehead and puts his arm around my waist. We walk into my house and catch up Cinna on our lives and what happened during the war. 

EEEEEEEEEEEEYYY! So, whatcha think? You like? Think I should do long ones like this more often? Leave me some answers in the comments please! Don't forget to vote! I would just like to thank you all one more time for the 22.8k reads! It means so much to know that so many people read my story! Anyway, I'm outta here, TTFN! (first one to guess what ttfn means gets a dedication!)

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

~KatnissOdairMellark