Katniss POV
When Peeta left me, I went into depression mode. I felt exactly like my mother had felt when my father died. Finnick brought me home, put me down on the couch and left to go find Annie. I haven't moved. I've been sitting here for five days. I feel like I'm being slowly ripped apart from the inside. The pain starts in my heart and stretches out throughout the rest of my limbs. No ones tried to visit me. The door is unlocked so anyone could get in. No ones tried. The tears won't stop rolling down my cheeks.
"I want to forget." I whisper. That's when I snap. I stomp over to the kitchen, opening all of the drawers until I find a knife. I drag the sharp blade across my wrist, watching as the blood drips down my arm and onto the floor.
"He doesn't love you. He never did. It was an act." I whimper to myself, cutting more of my flesh with the knife. I look up, tears blurring my vision. I see Peeta through the window, staring at me in horror. I raise the knife up near my heart. I give Peeta a small smile before plunging the knife into my chest.
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FanfictionKatniss is going home after 3 years, waiting for District 12 to be rebuilt. Her mother committed suicide a week after Prim died. Katniss was alone. The only thing that was keeping her alive was Peeta. The urge to feel his soft lips against hers. Jus...
