Katniss' POV
I killed him. The boy. I killed Peeta Mellark. He wanted to kill me, but I got to him first. I'm a murderer. I murdered him. The boy. I murdered Peeta Mellark. His family is devastated because of me. They hate me. I hate me. I ended someone's life. His life. The boy's life. I ended Peeta Mellark's life. But I won. I did, didn't I? I believe I did. I don't know. What happened to the girl, what was her name, Rue? Yes, Rue. Where is she? He did it. The boy. Peeta Mellark. He. Killed. Rue. He. Murdered. Rue. He. Ended. Her. Life. I buried her. Not in dirt. No, it was... pretty. Beautiful. Flowers. Her favorite kind. The rue flower. And one more... the kind that makes me so happy. Prim. After my sister. Rue and Prim. So similar, like twins. Do I have a twin? A boy. I remember a boy. One who is kind and gentle. Yet fierce. Strong. Protective. And another word. It's a feeling. I can't remember. I feel it. But I don't know what it is. I... don't.... know. I'm confused. So confused. Where am I? Everything is blurry. It's all a blur. Who are these people? Their touching me, but I can't feel a thing. Ouch. I felt that. A needle. I think. Everything is black again. I'm alone with my thoughts.
Peeta Mellark. He killed Rue. He killed Thresh. And Cato. And me. No, he tried to. But I'm alive. Am I? I can't move. All my senses are blocked. Only my mind is awake. The last thing I remember was his face. A face I'll never forget. Oh my god. Help. I can see his face. It's all I can see. Help me. Please. Help. I can't do this. It's too much. It's too much. He's on a screen. It's not real. But it is. It was. He fell. On my arrow. He betrayed me. He pretended he loved me. No one loves me. Except for Prim. But she's family. I actually kissed that boy. That bitch. I hate him. He said he loved me. I almost did. But I didn't. I almost fell... for him. For that bitch. Who else loves me? My mom. Maybe. Prim. Someone else. I had a dream about them. It was a boy. That boy who is strong and protective and kind and gentle and so many beautiful things. His face... what does it look like? It's perfect. His hair... smells like something good. Home. But I don't live their. It's a place so familiar. It's all green and brown and blue and full of colors. A huge mess of beautiful. I want my home. I need my home. But if the boy isn't their... it's not home. He's my home. I don't know the word. How i fell about this boy. It's so strong. The word. It's something foreign to me... so unfamiliar.
It's love.
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