AN: Hey guys! Its @everdenn on instagram and this is my fanfic I guess. I think I'll be doing both Katniss and Peeta's perspectives so I hope you enjoy.

Nothing but a numb feeling. A feeling that I know all too well. Her screams fill my dreams every night and it feels like there is no escape. Its been over a month and I barley see Haymitch. He occasionally comes over to check on me but he knows its no use. I refuse to leave my house. I guess I'll have to accept that I'm a broken girl with no fire and no sister. I suddenly remember Finnick's words..."It takes ten times longer to put yourself back together than it does to fall apart" and as those words run through my head I relize how true his words are. I hadn't relized that I was on the floor with my head in my hands until now. "I never wanted you to die for me! I never wanted any of you to die for me!" Prim... Finnick... Rue...Cinna. Just a few of so many who are dead. Dead because of me. "I'm so sorry..." is all I can get out through my sobs. Some wounds never heal I suppose.

Its almost three and it hits me that not only have I been on the floor for a good twenty minutes just thinking but someone is knocking on the door. "Crap" I mumble as I begin to stand up. I trudge over to the door but hesitate on whether I should answer it or not. I go ahead and twist the knob and see Haymitch. Great another check in. "Hey Sweetheart, how are you today?" I twist my face in confusion trying to figure out if he's sober or not. "I guess I've been better." I say. He gives me a genuine look that says sorry and shows he is in fact sober but he knows how I am everyday. "You don't need to worry about me Haymitch..I'm fine. I just need some time" I mutter. "We both know thats a lie" he says with a sigh as he pats my shoulder and returns to his house. I shut the door and go to the kitchen. I drink a glass of water and walk down the hall to the the phone. I decide I should call Dr. Aurelius and although our conversation is brief we made a deal. I made a promise to him that I would go hunting tomorrow if he sent me some pills to cope with my nightmares. He assured me they would be on the next train and should arrive tomorrow. Its getting late and I head up to my room and run a hot shower. I actually feel remarkably better after that. The knots in my hair weren't to hard to comb out I think as a brush my teeth. I climb into bed and sigh in relief. Only one more night before my nightmares are conquered for a while.