A/N -Quick one before you start reading:) Some of you may remember the general plot of this story however I have started it again and changed it slightly and hopefully for the better! Hope you enjoy it! -WordsOfWonder (Disclaimer - I don't own anything!)

Chapter 1

I wake suddenly after another night of horrifying nightmares, my breathing short and fast, my heart pounding and I'm shaking dramatically, however my nightmare wasn't the usual one of being, once again, trapped in the Games watching many tributes being murdered before my eyes, no, this one was different it was the thought of my children finding out about the Games and mine and Peeta's participation in them, I don't have children I try and convince myself I don't. You see, I've been having these nightmares lately, I haven't told Peeta about the children that keep visiting my mind as I sleep but I can tell he knows something is wrong.

As I begin to calm down, I slowly lower myself down so I am lying on my back, I turn my head to Peeta who is already awake, his eyes burrow deep into me and his soft, gentle voice says "you okay?" I give a slight nod unable to say anything with the fear of crying, I can feel my eyes filling up with the watery liquid, at this point I turn and bury my head in my pillow and begin to weep, Peeta arms immediately surround me, enclosing me in their grasp. He tells me it will be okay, that the nightmares will stop, but I know they won't, I expect them to carry on, I expect to keep on waking screaming and shaking for the rest of my life, this upsets me even more.

I must have fallen back to sleep for a few hours because this time when I awake Peeta isn't beside me. I sit up in my bed, swing my legs to the size and walk into the bathroom; I undress and walk into the shower, one of the good things about being a Hunger Games victor is that you get the live in the Victors Village, only about 10 victors houses were built in District Twelve, two of which are occupied; one in which Haymitch lives and the other where me and Peeta live with our children, Peeta still owns his own Victors house but prefers to live in mine. I give the shower the command for a gentle spray with water as the scars on my back from that dreadful day where I watched my sister become a human fire ball and eventually die have not yet healed, I quickly wipe the thought of that day from my mind as it contains too many sad memories. When I come out of the bathroom I find my clothes draped out across my bed, I put on the white blouse and button up the front my fingers circling the outside of every one and slip on my plain black trousers, braid my hair down my back and leave the bedroom.

As I leave the bedroom, I can hear Peeta's voice coming from downstairs, I soon gather that his is singing along to the radio, I pause for a second and smile to myself before continuing to close the door. The door clicks shut and I proceed with walking down the hall, as I reach the top of the stairs I hear a noise behind me as if someone had dropped a heavy object on the floor, I quickly turn around just to find Buttercup staring back at me his glistening yellow eyes catch mine for a second and then he runs off down the hall, when Prim died Buttercup somehow found his way back to District Twelve, although I have never been fond of that smelly cat I thought I should look after it as it is what Prim would have wanted, besides he isn't much of a hassle, he comes and goes as he pleases and catches his own dinner, a diet mainly consisting of mice.

I reach the living room and cannot see Peeta therefore he must be in the kitchen making breakfast. I collapse in the armchair, however I must have sat down a bit to quickly because the room starts spinning, my head had still not recovered from when Johanna gave me that blow to the head in the arena, I close my eyes and cup my head in my hands and wait for the room to stop rotating.

Peeta must see me from the kitchen doorway because he comes rushing over, I feel his warm hand touch my back but still can't bring myself to look up, "are you okay?" he asks, I can sense a hit of worry in his voice "yes" I reply my voice a bit shaky, he bring his head closer towards me and says in a hushed tone "Kat, tell me what it is?" he asks "my head" I say "I'm just a bit dizzy" he pulls away, and I lift my head the room has stopped spinning now but I'm shaking, it always leaves me weak, I push my hands under my thighs hiding my now trembling hands. Peeta smiles at me and I give his a slow nod, this is my way of telling him I'm fine now, and he goes back into the kitchen.

Peeta come back in moments later, his eyes lock on mine with an expression which reads 'give me your hands' as he is walking towards me I slide my hands out from under my thighs, still trembling he takes then in this grasp, he entwines his fingers around mine locking our hands together, he brings our entwined hands up to his lips and softly kisses them before, untwining our hand and returning mine to my lap.

He brings a stool to the foot of my armchair and sits down, he looks up, his eyes focusing on mine and he asks "what would you like for breakfast?", I shrug as I don't feel like eating, "you have to eat something" he responds "to build up your strength for today", oh that's right, today is the anniversary of the games, this is where Victors and members of Panem gather around the monument created in the Capitol, to remember those who lost their lives participating in the Hunger Games. It is compulsory for past Victors to attend this ceremony to pay their respects to the deceased.

I just nod sadly, not be able to trust my voice at this moment in time. Peeta stands up and once again returns to the kitchen, gesturing for me to follow him. I push myself out of the chair and saunter behind him, once I'm in the kitchen I sit down at one of the chairs around the mahogany dining table.

Peeta brings over two bowls containing our breakfast and as soon as I take one look at the substance inside the bowl my stomach twists into uncomfortable knots. My hand clamps itself over my mouth while an acidic matter, burns my throat as it makes its way back up my oesophagus. I barley make it to the sink in time before the contents which were once in my stomach return, with vengeance to see the light of day again.

I hear Peeta gasp and the sound of the chair screeching across the floorboards as he moves with haste. I feel a soft hand on my back while another moves my hair out of my face, holding it back in a secure ponytail.

I finish empting what little food I had in my body and straightened my back. Turning on the tap I rinse out my mouth and splash my face with the cool, refreshing water. I switch the tap off and watch for a second as a final few drops of water make their way out the end of the tap before turning around to meet Peeta's concerned gaze.

He drops my hair. "You okay?" he asks and I nod "I-I think I'm just worried about today" I tell him with a sad smile but he doesn't seem convinced "you sure? You do seem quite pale" he reaches for my check but I jolt away not wanting to be touched and he looks hurt and confused "sorry" I mumble while his hand returns to his side "it's okay" he says softly "come on sit down" he gestures towards the table "you definitely need to eat something now" he states and I oblige returning to the table.