Katniss P.O.V

"How long are we staying?" I ask Peeta as I attempt to pull a suitcase from the shelf in our closet.

"I don't know," Peeta says as he walks over to me. "Here, let me get that for ya." Peeta reaches up and pulls the suitcase down with little effort.

"Thank you," I say as Peeta sets it down on the bed. "Now, back to how long we're going to stay in 12."

"Well, I don't have any meetings for a few weeks, so we can stay as long as you want," Peeta replies.

"Well, certainly not weeks," I say as I look at Peeta and smile. "A couple days." He nods his head.

"Sounds good," Peeta says as he kisses my cheek. As Peeta start to pull some of his clothes out of the closet, I stand there and debate on whether or not to tell him that I'm scared to go because of my nightmare last night. But if I do that, then I'll have to tell him about it and I don't feel like telling about it. I decide to at least mention something about it.

"Peeta, are we taking the car or riding the train to 12?" I ask him.

"Well, I thought we'd take the train since it would be quicker," Peeta replies. "But we can take the car if you want to." I nod my head. Peeta gives me a concerned look. "Katniss, what's wrong?" Peeta asks as he walks over to me.

"Nothing," I reply.

"There's something," Peeta says as he gently places his hands on my shoulders. "We've had the car since I became president and you've even refused to ride in it before. Now you're wanting to take it even though we can ride the train? Katniss, does this have anything to do with your nightmare?" Peeta asks. I turn my head to look away from him.

"Yes," I mumble.

"Okay," Peeta says. "That's all I wanted to know. If you'll feel better taking the car, then we'll take car."

"Thank you," I say as I kiss him real quick and start packing again. We are finally heading out about an hour later. By car it will take us hours, but luckily there's not much traffic since most people still don't own cars. Mostly just government officials are the car owners.

When we're finally just outside District 12, I look over to Peeta.

"Stop here for a minute please," I request.

"What for?" Peeta asks as he pulls all the way off the road. I shrug my shoulders.

"I just want to look at it for a moment," I reply. "It's so pretty with nothing but trees surrounding us."

"It sure is," Peeta says as he turns the car off. I take my seat belt off and scoot over to where Peeta's sitting. He puts his arm around my shoulder,and I lay my head on his chest.

"This is a great way to spend our anniversary," I say. Peeta nods his head.

"I love you Katniss," Peeta says softly.

"I love you too Peeta," I reply as I look up at him. He leans his head down and kisses me. When we pull away, I see something out of the corner of my eye. When I realize what it is and that it's coming straight towards us, I have no time to react.

"Peeta!" I scream just a split second before the car coming towards us hits us in the side.

What happens next happens fast. I'm thrown over to my side of the car. Peeta throws his arm across my chest to hold me back, and the airbags deploy. Our car spins around and all I can do is sit there and wonder if we're going to die. I pray to God that if only one of us dies, that it will be me. If Peeta dies, it wouldn't be long till I did too amyways. I'd grieve or starve myself to death within days.

Suddenly, everything goes still, and I realize that the car must have stopped. Peeta moves his arm from where it was laying across me.

"Katniss," Peeta says worriedly in a hoarse voice. I want to reply, but I'm too shocked by what  just happened to speak. Too shocked to move.

The air bag is practically suffocating me because my face is turned right towards it. It didn't hurt me too bad though because of Peeta throwing his arm in front of me to hold me back as much as he could. I can't hardly turn my neck because it hurts so bad.

"Katniss!" Peeta yells this time. I realize it must look like I'm dead because I'm so still and my eyes are closed. Maybe death is my best option at this point.

I finally summon up enough energy to reach over and squeeze Peeta's hand.

"Thank God," Peeta sighs. I hear Peeta fiddling with the door handle for a few seconds before it opens. He must have ran over to my side because he's practically immediately there on my side opening my door.

He quickly ,yet gently, pulls me up out of the car. He swiftly pulls me in close and holds me there for a minute. I listen to the quick, unsteady beat of his heart.

"Are you okay?" Peeta asks.

"Yeah," I reply. "Are you?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine," Peeta says. "Are you hurt anywhere?"

"Just my neck," I say. "It's a little sore." Peeta's hand instantly goes to my neck and he starts to rub it. I take my left hand and grab Peeta's right one, but he gasps and pulls it away.

"Peeta, what's wrong?" I ask as I look up at him. When we see each other's face, we both freeze. I don't know if Peeta's seeing the same thing I am but I can guarantee the damage he's seeing isn't near as bad as the damage I'm seeing.

Burns. Welts. Bruises. All from the airbag and the noticeable contact that Peeta's face made with the steering wheel.

"Look at your face," we say to each other at the same time.

"You got the worse of it thought," I say. "At least your arm kept the air bag from hitting me very hard." I hold out my hand and he knows what I want. He carefully places his right hand in my left one. His arm doesn't look better than his face. If anything, it looks worse.

Tears swell up in my eyes. Peeta knew he was going to get hurt, but he didn't care because he was just trying to keep me safe.This is all he has ever done for me. Make sacrifices. This is all I can think of while I examine his arm.

The only reason I take my attention off of his arm is because I hear a hovercraft flying over us. I look up, and Peeta shakes his head.

"They must keep a constant watch over us. If they didn't, then there's no way that word could have spread this fast," Peeta says as the hovercraft lands. "Do you think we should check on them?" Peeta asks as he points to the car that hit us.

"Yeah," I reply as I start to walk over there. Peeta gently grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me back.

"You better stay back here," Peeta says. "They may have been trying to kill us." I nod my head and stay put as Peeta starts to walk on over there. When he reaches the vehicle, his face turns immediately ghost-white.

"Who is it Peeta?" I ask, starting to get worried. He shakes his head.

"I don't know," he replies. By now, hundreds of people are swarming us and asking us questions, and we can't hear each other speak.

"What do they look like?" I ask loudly, but he still doesn't hear me. "What do they look like?" I ask louder as I take a step closer.

"Don't come over here Katniss. You wouldn't want to see it," Peeta says as he gets up and walks over to me. Cameras start flashing in our faces, but we ignore it and try to pay attention to the problem at hand. No, this is more than a problem. This is a disaster.

"What do they look like?" I ask again when me and Peeta are finally face to face.

"I can't tell," Peeta says with a shaky breath. "That's how bad it is." My heart drops. Peeta can sense that I'm upset, so he wraps his arms around me.

"It's all my fault Peeta," I say softly. He pulls me back and looks me in the eyes.

"Don't say that Katniss," Peeta says sternly. "You couldn't have prevented this any more than I could've."

"But Peeta, if we had just taken the train like you said..."

"Something like this still could have happened Katniss," Peeta buts in. "And it wouldn't have been your fault, just like this isn't." I nod my head, even though I don't fully agree. This is my fault. Maybe not intentionally, but it was my idea to take the car.

I start to turn my head to look at our car, but the pain in my neck stops me. Even though the yelp of pain that escapes my mouth is quiet and barely audible above the noise of everybody talking, Peeta still hears it.

"What's wrong?" Peeta asks. When he sees the tears flowing down my cheeks, his face takes on a concerned look. "Is your neck hurting you that bad?" I barely manage a nod. "Okay, let's get you flown back home and on to the hospital," Peeta says. "If it's hurting you that bad, then you need to go get it checked out."

I don't argue. When Peeta doesn't get a response from me, he knows it's serious. Any other time, I'd be throwing a fit not to go to the hospital. Within the next five minutes, me and Peeta have boarded the hovercraft and are on our way back to the Capitol.
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