Together Or Not At All

4 Years After the 74th Hunger Games

Katniss POV

I don't want to be back here, I don't want the memories flooding back, invading my mind taking me back to a time in my past that can only be taken away by death. Which is what most people that's blood is splattered around the arena got any way. Maybe I didn't have it better then them. I am still plagued by memories, tormented by nightmares, Peeta helped but I told him I could take the trip alone. Maybe it wasn't the right decision?

I head to the cornucopia and dig around in the mess of broken and damaged supplies. Turns out the mutts broke more then Cato. Although I finished him off, not that I'm proud of it but, sometimes death is better then life. After all, you can't die in death. No more suffering, no more pain, no more sorrow and lose. No more need for revenge or the urge to do something to remember the people you have lost. No need to avenge them. No need to spend your life avenging someone who is in a better place. A safer place, somewhere to forget.

I wonder when my time will come?

I am broken out of my thoughts when I hear a voice, "hey, Katniss I think I found something, it's addressed to you." Addressed? I ask myself, what would be addressed to me, maybe the left over weapons, or whats left of them, the torn pieces of thread that where once backpacks and blankets.

I walk over to the voice, my only companion on this trip. If it where up to me, I wouldn't have a companion. But Haymitch insisted, he still thinks I'm messed up, not that he is much off a role model, he was straight drunk for 24 years, and on and off the tap for the past three. But ever since we won the war he tried to get his life back together.

He cares, always has and lucky for me, always will. If not I would probably be face first in the river right now. Not that there is anyone left to care. Haymitch maybe but he'd probably just turn to alcohol. Again. My mother is back in her depressive state although finding new methods to cope. Work. Gale friend zoned me although, i deserved it. The only person who wouldn't find coping methods would be Peeta.

I do love him and our kid. But I'm not really meant to be a parent, I'd just screw it up, my stupid dreams and moments of blind terror.

"Katniss, come here, Katniss?" Aron says pulling me out of my trance. " Yeah sorry Aron I'm just, a, reliving memories." I lie before walking over to him. "It has your name on it," he says handing me an envelope, it says in curly script, Katniss Everdeen The Only Hope. "Is this a trick?" I say looking at Aron. "Open it and find out." He reply's a look of confusion on his face. Fake or genuine. I don't know but I put my forefinger under the flap and open the envelope sliding out the fragile paper.

It says...

Hi if your reading this. Sorry its so short and really bad but thanks for reading, have a good day/night bye :)