Blackness. I'm swimming in a world of blaclness. Where am I? what happened? Suddenly I'm dragged towards the light. Something is pulling me to the surface.

Like a bird taking flight, I'm free from the dark black world I was trapped in. Like a bird, I rise.

Blinking open my eyes, I find myself in a white room. A small side table holds a small glass of water. I reach forward, only to be forced back by a terrible pain shooting through my head.

"Ahh!" I scream out, reaching for my head. There's a thick bandage tightly wrapped around my head. Whats going on? Suddenly a quite voice says "Doctor.. she's awake" and with that a man, whom I assume is the doctor, bursts through the door followed by two nurses.

"Katniss, how are you feeling?" the shorter, kinder looking nurse asks.

I just stare at her, my face resembling one of a deer in the headlights.

The doctor gives the nurse a look before speaking to me.

"What's the last thing you remember?" he asks. I take my time thinking of a answer. "I-I was at home.." I whisper, my voice surprising me, for it came out raspy and scratchy. Yet again I try to reach for the glass as my throat burns. Quickly the doctor passes it to me. Gulping down the cool liquid the flames in my throat settle and I'm able to talk again.

"With my mother.. and sister" I breath out. "And my dad, my dad was making the food he just brought home".

"Katniss, where was your home?" they ask. What are they talking about? I'm still in my town. The seam.

"The seam ?" it comes out more of a question then a statement. They all nod and turn away.

What is going on?

A nurse pops her head in and whispers something to the doctor. He nods and says "Let the boy in.. it can't hurt".

Suddenly a blonde haired, blue eyed boy bursts through the door. Tears streaming down his face he wears a panicked expression.

"Katniss..." The boy gasps and sprints over to me. I stare at him blankly. Who is this boy?

He grabs my hand and presses his lips to it. I gasp and shake him off. I scoot over away from him on my bed. What does he think he's doing?

"Katniss.?" the boy says, new tears welling up in his eyes as he reaches for my hand again.

"Cathy, did you not tell the boy!!??!" The doctor suddenly yells at the nurse who let him in here. "I tried, but he ran in here in the blink of an eye!" she yells back.

"What's going on?" The boy asks.

"Peeta..." The doctor starts.

"Where's Prim?" I suddenly demand, cutting the doctor off.

"One second Katniss... Everything will be explained" the doctor says, sadness In his voice.

He turns back to the boy, Peeta. "Katniss, Katniss is suffering from... Memory loss"

The whole world starts spinning and I fall backwards onto my bed. What?WHAT? How many years have I lost? Whos is this 'Peeta' guy? Where's Prim? Where's Mom? Wheres Dad? what's going on? I shut my eyes tight, blocking out the terrible news and the world. The news crashes over me like a tidle wave. Now its the worst part. First was the shock, the crash of the wave, but now I'm drowning, the news slowly sinking deeper into me, the realization crashing down upon me and digging me into a endless hole of fear.

My heart drops to the pit of my stomach. Memory loss. She doesn't even know who I am. She doesn't know who I am. The words repeat in my head and my heart beat speeds up. I look over at Katniss. The last time she knew me, the last time ever that she had her memories, she hated me. Thats the worst part. The last time we had together, she hated me. I feel like crawling into a deep hole and never coming out. My entire world, my everything, doesn't even know my name.

I glance at Katniss. Her eyes are so tightly closed I can see the pain on her face. She's gone. That's not the Katniss I know. But no matter what, she's the Katniss I love.

"Katniss..." I whisper and walk over to the edge of her bed. I cup her warm cheek in my callused-over hand.

"Get away from me!!!" she suddenly screams, pushing me roughly away from her.

"I don't even know you!!..." She screams again, however her words break up in the end and turn to sobs.

Those words stung. A lot. Its like getting stabbed in to heart repeatedly.

"I'm sorry..." I whisper and sit in the chair beside her bed.

"I'm sorry...."

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2 hours. For 2 hours, the doctors left Katniss and I alone. For 2 hours Katniss has cried, I cried, she slept, I watched her, and the news still hasn't sunk in. A lot can happen in 2 hours.

"... are you ready?" one of the doctors asks Katniss.

"...are you ready?" the doctor asks me.

Am I? Am I ready to find out where my dad is? Where my mother is? Where Prim is? Where I am? Who that man is? So many questions. I shake my head.

"No. No I'm not. And I never will be. But it doesn't matter, does it? Whether I'm ready or not, I need to know. So no, I'm not ready. But tell me". I say shakily.

The doctor gives a nod of understanding.

"Now Katniss.. none of this will come easily to you. We need to tell you the last 5 yeas of your life piece by piece. We cannot overwhelm you. Now, what would you like to know first?" He tells me slowly.

Without missing a heartbeat, I tell him. My main priority my entire life. What I live everyday to love and take care of.

"Where's my Sister".