A/N: A bunch of you probably hate me cause I haven't uploaded in months, and I don't blame you at all. I also left you guys at a huge cliff…. I could write an uber long paragraph with my excuses…but I think you'd prefer that I just got on with it…BUTTTT! First, I wanted to try something new, I was thinking that I'd pick one day a week I'd update, because I'm consumed in school work, and extracurricular activities. SO, every Friday, look for an update! (: ENJOY!

Katniss POV

I leave the Mellark's bakery and head back to the Seam absolutely relieved that Peeta is fine. President Snow is only letting me go cause of Prim, but if he tied Peeta into the situation he wouldn't be so lucky.

Peeta does not deserve to be under the wrath of Snow, he's a soft-spoken, gentle, and kind boy. In fact, he reminds me of my father in some ways, they share the same kind heart, an uncommon trait among those in District 12, it's actually quite an admirable trait. He even asked me to teach him to hunt, and I'm actually considering it. I've always wanted to teach someone to hunt, but Prim's hopeless, and it's also illegal.

I picture Peeta hunting with me, with his blonde hair messed up, his strong arms holding a bow, his blue eyes keen upon the prey and the determined look on his face as he aims the arrow.

The more that I kept thinking about Peeta, the more I start to feel this fluttery feeling deep within me, but I shake it off, this isn't me, I don't have time for this, my sister, and my best friend is in the games.

I'm in the town square when I see Mina pressed up against a wall with her lips all over a blonde boy. The feeling in my gut tells me its Peeta, and a piece of me feels a pang of jealousy. I try to push the jealousy away, and look away as I walk past them.

But I can't.

They break the kiss, and immediately Mina spots me, and she smirks, and whispers something into the blonde boys ear. He turns around, and its Rye.

I can't help but sigh in relief, a feelings growing in me which just isn't going away no matter how hard I try to push it away.

I run the rest of way to our little house in the Seam. I grab the bow and arrow from its hiding spot, and quickly stride over to the hole in the fence.

Hunting will get my mind of President Snow's visit, and more importantly Peeta. Now isn't the time for me to focus on anything else than my family, and Gale's family's well being. I have to keep my priorities straight.

I run deep into the woods, and find a decently sized tree I can climb up.

I climb, all the way to the top, pushing away my thoughts, and focus on catching an animal. That's what matters.

I tightly grip around my bow, and position my arrow ready to strike.

But, my problem doesn't leave, the thought of Peeta remains to linger in my head, and I can't help but to see his unique un-seam blue eyes looking into my typical seam grey eyes which he once told me are beautiful.

I see a squirrel, and quickly tightly grasp my bow, and try to aim my arrow in time. I release the arrow, and I miss the squirrel by a lot. I can't shoot straight, I can't think straight, and I can't let other thoughts consume me into oblivion.

I carelessly drop my bow onto natures floor, and lean against the tree.

I'm going to teach him to hunt, I decide. Cause, what can really go wrong? Nothing.

I sigh, and climb down the tree, everything's getting to me, I've never felt like this before, I'm no longer who I used to be.

People said that the games changed people, but I think they forgot to mention that their families also changed too.

I leave the woods, climb under the fence, hide my bow again, and head back to home.

I walk in the door, and immediately see my mother slumped up against the wall her eyes bloodshot. I rush to her, and help her up, "Whats wrong" I ask her.

My heart races as she stands up and opens her mouth to respond to me, "Gale," she says shakily.

I feel a surge of emotion hit me. Hard.

"He cant be dead," I say trying to stay steady and calm.

She shakes her head, "He isn't dead, but he may as well be," she trails off.

I help my mother into a wooden chair, and rush to the mini television propped up on a small table.

Just in time, a recap is playing. It shows Gale hunting, and Prim gathering berries. Prim looks about fine, and Gale walks stealthily keeping his senses aware, but apparently not enough. He runs into the District 1 boy, Marvel, I believe.

Luckily for Gale, Marvel's alone, Gale realizes but anyways yells, "RUN PRIM." Gale himself takes of running, but is stopped by a blow to his shoulder from Marvel's sword. Gale winces in pain, but holds back a scream. He staggers but manages to grab his bow, and sheath of arrows, he aims towards the District 1 male, and shoots to the best of his ability at his current state. It hits Marvel in the upper thigh, Marvel guffaws in pain and falls to the ground.

I feel the adrenaline rush within me.

Gale takes this as an opportunity, and he stumbles away from Marvel behind the safety of bushes, and blacks out.

The camera switches to dear little Prim, who drops what she's doing and scurries up the nearest tree the second she hears Gale.

I turn off the television as soon as the recap ends.

This is a sign, I can't think about Peeta, or anyone else for that matter except for Gale's family, and my mother.

I leave instantly, and I run as fast as I can to the Hawthorne's house not far from my own.

I enter without knocking, and find Mrs. Hawthorne on the lumpy couch, her eyes wide, and in shock. Gale's younger brothers, Vick, and Rory are right next to her with tears rolling down their faces.

If this is how they act after him being injured, I can't imagine what would happen if he's dead.

I go over to the Vick and Rory, and pat them on the back, and reassure them, "Gale's strong he'll be fine." They just look at me speechless, and stare off into the distance.

"Where's Posy?" I ask unsurely.

Mrs. Hawthorne snaps back once she hears Posy's name, "POSY!," she yells.

She stands up quickly, "She's gotta be around her somewhere," she says unsteadly.

"I'll find her," I say.

Gale once told me that whenever little Posy gets upset she crawls under the tiny beds and just lays there.

I walk to the room that all the Hawthorne children share. I squat down and look underneath the beds, which I see Posy underneath, "Come out Posy, it's all right Gale will be fine" I coax.

She inches her way out, and flings her tiny body towards me. I hug her little frame and sit down pulling her with me, I hold her little chin and tell her strongly, "Gale will be fine, and he'll come back for you Posy, he will."

She looks at me, with tears steadily flowing down her face, and opens her mouth stuttering, "K-k-katnith, i-if Gale c-c-comes b-b-b-back, then Prim can't come back, right?" she asks.

I abruptly stand up, and what little 4 year old Posy says really hits me, I can have neither, one of them, but never both.

A/N: See you all next Friday! Please Review! Thanks for reading :3

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