The Hunger Games - Raining Fire [[EDITING]]

NEW CHAPTER 38/AN

As you can see, this is gonna be a longer authors' note than normal.

I apologize for not updating often :( but as I have loads more time and less homework I'll be uploading more often!!

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P.S. Re-read the previous chapter

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Katniss' POV

One month.

One month until they tear my life apart. One month until I'm no longer  wife.

One month until they come.

All I want is a get-away. Something to take my mind off the stress. I can't believe it wasn't a dream. I attempted pinching myself, throwing water over myself—I even got Peeta to do all that stuff! I wish it was a dream.

I wish they don't have to die like that. We don't always get what we want, but sometimes I think I never do.

What did I do to deserve losing most of my family? Even my mother tried suicide two days ago; because it's this painful.

"Katniss? Katniss, you okay?" I heard Peeta yell, snapping me out of my daze.

"Yeah, sort of. I was just thinking." I replied, getting out of bed and yawning. I noticed the bags forming under Peeta's eyes, and his weird mood, so I'm guessing I am not the only one who feels liked they've a few people in his life . . . or many people. "NO! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!" I shrieked.

"Are you sure—"

"NO! Of course I'm not okay! I've been having nightmares about Prim, Rue and the others since I found out. No my mother has gone nuts and attempted suicide. She knew I felt a bit lonely now that I'm losing many loved ones but she was so egocentric that she's leaving me without parents! Did I really deserve this?" I cried. I felt slightly better now that I've let some of my anger out.

Yes, bottling my fury is not recommended but I couldn't afford to. Just because we won the Games six years ago, doesn't mean people don't recognise us.

"Katniss, I'm sorry you're—"

"Sorry?! Sorry is not gonna help is it? It won't get Rue back, it won't get Finnick back and it certainly won't get my sister back! Do you really understand how I feel? You're just no help to me Peeta,"

"But I—"

"You what?!"

"I, I . . ." His voice trailed away as he knew he couldn't think of a way to calm me down, no matter what he was going to say.

"Hurt me with the truth, but don't comfort me with a lie." I scowled at him. His emotionless face became a frown as he sighed in defeat. So he was going to lie.

"I wasn't—"

"Forget it!" I cut Peeta off, once again. Call me a bitch, but wouldn't anyone else do the same? I trudged downstairs and picked up the phone. I dialed a number and waited for a response.

"I'm sorry but the person you are trying to call is unavailable. Please call later. BEEP." It said. Where could she be?

I clutched onto the nearest jacket, put it on and tied on my laces, then left. I don't care whether I'm in my pyjamas; I just needed to tell someone and ask for advice. I don't care whether they'll hurt me or not; as long as they don't hurt  the ones I truly love. 

As cliché as it sounds, I will fight for my friends even though I'm heavily pregnant. Nothing and no one is stopping me.

I knocked on the door, waiting for a response.

"Katniss?"

"Annie!" I beamed, something which I haven't done in a long time. "I really need help."

"Well, come in," she sounded oddly mysterious, but I waved it off.