You Said Always

Chapter Twenty Seven

Peeta POV

We all stare at her. I should've never told her that I didn't love her. I do love her. I was just mutting.

"I understand that you don't love me anymore. Don't come into my house again." She says, her voice stern but I can tell she's trying not to cry. She walks into Prim's room, the door slamming behind her. I almost laugh when Buttercup gets the door slammed in his face, but Katniss just opens the door enough to let him in.

"What the hell, Peeta?" Annie yells at me, slamming me back against the wall. "Are you kidding me? You have to help her. You can't just stand there as she cries." She exclaims. I open my mouth to argue but Finnick interrupts.

"And don't you ever say that she doesn't need you!" He yells at me, standing behind Annie. "You left her alone with so much mental pain. So much that it turned physical. Everything you say to her now hits her like a thousand knifes to the chest. You better fix what you've broken."

"She can never be fixed, Finnick." I yell, breaking out of Annie's grasp and walking up to him. "She will never be the same and there's nothing we can do about it."

Annie's about to push me back into the wall when Finnick stops her.

"You're right." He says, glaring at me. "We can't save her. You're the only that can. You've got to try."

They both turn to leave but before they can, Annie spins around and punches me straight in the nose. I swear I can hear a faint crunch. I feel blood dripping down my lips.

"Don't you ever hurt her." She snarls. Finnick wraps his arm around Annie's waist, glaring at me. With that, they walk out. I look back at the stairs. Should I go up to her?

"Get out of my head!" I hear Katniss scream. I guess I'm going up. I run up the stairs as quietly as I can, walking to the doorway of Prim's room. "Say what you know is true." I hear her murmur.
"My name is Katniss Everdeen.
I am twenty years old.
I was in the Hunger Games.
Twice.
Peeta was hijacked.
It was my fault.
He doesn't love me anymore." She pauses for a moment. "Get out of my head!" She screams. I try to open the door, but it's locked from the inside.

"Katniss," I yell, banging on the door. "Open the door!"

I finally force the door open. I see Katniss sitting on the floor, blood dripping from her ears and hands. When I walk closer, she doesn't scramble backwards. She stays in the same curled up position.

"Peeta," she says, not looking up from the ground. "They won't go away. Their voices won't leave me alone."

"What are they saying to you?" I ask her softly, crouching down next to her.

"Some of them are softly telling me to join them. The others are screaming at me to fight all the feelings of leaving." She looks up at me. The sight breaks my heart. Her eyes are full of pain and confusion. They're red and puffy from crying. There are tears streaks running down her cheeks. There is excess blood from her ears smeared across her forehead.

"I want to leave, Peeta." She whispers.

"For where?" I ask her, putting a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Where ever the voices are." She whispers, looking down at the floor again. I lift her chin up so I can see her face. Why did I have to tell her that I didn't love her?

"Katniss?" I ask, letting her head drop off my finger.

"Yeah." She croaks. It sounds like she's waiting for me to tell her I don't love her anymore.

"I'm sorry." I whisper, smirking at her.

"For what?"

"For catching you off guard."

"What-" I cut her off by a kiss. Not just any kiss. It's a kiss so filled with passion because I missed this.
I missed her.