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Chapter 19

At around two in the morning I give up on going to sleep for thirty minutes and waking up with a nightmare. I roll over to check if Peeta's awake, before I say anything. If one of us is having a good nights sleep tonight, that will be a miracle. Of course we are not though.

Peeta is laying on his side, asleep but it sure is not peaceful. His face keeps scrunching up, and I know he is having a nightmare.

*Ring Ring* That's sounds like the telephone, which we have right next to the bed, but who would be calling in middle of the night?

"Umm.. Hello?" I ask to whomever the person is.

"Katniss Mellark?" My mother's calm steady voice asks me. How on earth did she even get this number? Is it even legal for her to call me while at the training center? Probably not, but I guess she figured a way around it..

"It's me, mom." I say breathlessly into the phone.

"I'm so glad I got ahold of you. First I found Cinna's number that you wrote down, and he told me he thought this was it, and he was right."

"Is it illegal to call someone in the training center?" I worked so hard to keep them safe, she can not have ruined it in one night.

"I don't think anyone's needed to make a law about it before. When we got the house the told us we're allowed to call people in the Capitol and you're in the Capitol." I guess that's true..

"Technically not then." I smirk and sit up a little, instead of lying down.

"Nope."

"Why did you call me?" I ask her curiously.

"Everyone in the District has been marching up to our porch and demanding to know if everything Peeta said in the interview was real. Peeta's mother left being tugged away by her husband, screaming at me screaming that I must know something. And I honestly have no clue about half of it." She explains grumpy. Peeta's mother is something else. If I win, she will be nowhere near her grandchild.

"I am a little over six months pregnant." I blurt out. Is she going to yell at me? Is she going to hang up?

"I thought so, considering you are married, but I had to know for sure. Why do you not look pregnant anymore?"

"Cinna gave me a coverup for it that Capitol women use. Do you have any doctors recommendations for the arena?" I ask. God forbid I miscarry in the arena, what a mess Peeta and I'd be.

"Let Peeta do the heavy lifting, and do not try to do everything, if Peeta can and it looks hard don't do it."

"Okay, will try my best." The very best I can in the arena full of people trying to kill us. After a few seconds of awkward silence she finally asks the question.

"Before the quarter quell announcement, were you even going to tell me?"

Eventually, I would need a doctor to deliver the baby. "Yeah, I just did not really know how. I was planning to give it to Sae that way it would have little chance of going in the games. That didn't work out like planned though.."

"Katniss are you going to try to come home?" Mom asks quietly. She has wanted to ask it for a while, probably since the announcement, but she finally asks it now. The thought has been nagging me in the back of the head for days; should I really die and kill my baby in the process? Or should I kill Peeta in the process and save myself and our baby? I know I argued with Peeta about my decision, but I'm not sure if that decision is right. Ever since the baby started kicking, it became so much more real, like an actual human. Peeta and I's child.

"I don't know mom.." I say trailing off.

"I love you. You could try calling me around eight tomorrow, I want to talk to Prim. Good night."

"Good night, Katniss. I love you too. I will try to have her call." Mom says shakily and hurriedly right before I hang up the phone.

I look over and notice Peeta is still rolling around, which means he's having a nightmare. "Peeta.. Peeta.. Wake up!" By now he's kicking, which he never does. When he does he bolts straight up.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask quietly.

"You got drunk and miscarried on purpose." He answers vulnerably.

"Peeta you know I would not do that. Ever." I tell him soothingly as I move his perfect curls away from his eyes.

"What do you want to name the baby?" If I make it out, I would not forgive myself for not asking him. We talked about it once, but that was a long time ago.

Peeta stares at my stomach and scrunches his eyebrows together, he's thinking. "Rye James if it is a boy. Hope Willow if it is a girl?" He tells me with a question tacked on the end.

"I love the names Peeta." I tell him honestly.

"Really?" He asks seeming shocked. Peeta repositions his face on his pillow.

"Yeah, especially Hope. In a time like, this everyone needs hope."

Peeta and I fall back to sleep pretty easily once we find the right position.

The phone is going crazy. Peeta turns over in bed and puts the pillow over his ears.

"Get the phone Katniss." Peeta is so sweet, I think to my self sarcastically. I reach off of the bed and grab the phone from the nightstand.

"Hello?" I answer groggily.

"Katniss, is it you?" Prim asks me. Prim! Suddenly talking on the phone last night runs back through my mind.

"Yeah it's me." I sit up in bed, propping myself against the headboard and pillows. Then I yank the pillow off of Peeta and throw it at the end of the bed. Peeta stares at me, silently questioning me.

"Prim is on the phone." I tell him in a whispering tone. He raises his eyebrow and gives me his most confused look ever.

"My mom called Cinna and got our number from him, she called last night. You were out of it."

"I guess I was." He wasn't so much as out of it as in one of his worst nightmares.

"How has school been?" I ask her after a minute. We did not even talk very much after the Quarter Quell announcement. Mainly because she avoided me.

"Good, but everyone is walking on eggshells talking to me anymore. How has training been?" Prim says indifferently.

"Half the people did not even show up."

"Most of them are to off-the-deep-end to do much anyway." Prim tells me nonchalantly. As truthful and helpful it as is, it is still sad that I will have to try to kill them.

"That will be a good advantage for us." I say ashamed of myself as soon as I've said it. You have to think this way! The logical part of my brain tells me. Somehow I hope I don't meet anyone Haymitch is friends with.

"Peeta and I came up with baby names." I say suddenly.

"Really? What are they?" Prim asks excitedly.

"Hope Willow, if it's a girl. And Rye James if it's a boy."

"That's so pretty Katniss!" Prim gushes. I always assumed Prim would get married and have kids, never me. Prim is just the type of person who is great to everyone, especially kids. She's kind of like Peeta in that sense.

"You know mom was looking for our baby crib, but she couldn't find it. Do you know what happened to it?" Prim asks me sounding happier. "When Dad died I broke it up and used it as firewood.." I spurt out.

"Katinss! That was passed down forever on in mom's family, she loves that thing!" Prim sounds sad again.

"I was twelve, and we were freezing to death. Tell mom I'm sorry for it." Peeta has been sitting up in the bed quietly trying to eavesdrop, now gives me a glance. With his ears he probably can't hear a single thing Prim is saying.

"What did you use as firewood?"

"A wooden baby crib, it was passed down my mom's side of the family. She valued it greatly." He gives me a 'really' glance.

"I was freezing to death. Would you rather have me die to spare my mom's feeling?"

"Nope using it as firewood sounds like a good idea." Peeta says sounding like he is serious for once.

"Katniss before you two launch into a conversation, hand the phone to Peeta." Prim says over the phone.

"Alright. Peeta here is the phone." What is she going to talk with Peeta about?

"I understand. Prim, I can not guarantee that, but I will try my best." My winning that is what they are talking about. "Yes, I am excited Prim. Have fun at school. Send my family my regards, bye." Peeta then hands the phone back to me.

"Katniss I am going to be late to school in the next few minutes, so we need to hurry up." Already?

"Tell mom I'm sorry about the crib. I love you Prim. And I do not regret volunteering for you." Are these what last words are like? Rushed and the most urgent thoughts that the person has.

"I will. I love you Katniss. Be careful with that baby, understand me?" Prim says all motherly.

"I understand. Bye Prim." I say emptily. Then she hangs up the phone.

"Do you think we have time to go back to sleep?" I ask Peeta hopefully.

"I don't think so, by all means let us try though."

"Come here then." I command. We don't go back to sleep, sadly.

Cinna and Portia arrive with the dawn, and I know Peeta will have to go. Tributes enter the arena alone. He gives me a light kiss.

"See you soon. I love you," he says.

"See you soon. I love you too," I answer. Seeing him walk away isn't fun since I know exactly where he's about to go.

Cinna, who will help dress me for the Games, accompanies me to the roof. I'm about to mount the ladder to the hovercraft when I remember. "I didn't say good-bye to Portia."

"I'll tell her," says Cinna.

The electric current freezes me in place on the ladder until the doctor injects the tracker into my left forearm. Now they will always be able to locate me in the arena. Suddenly I'm aware of who is i front of me, no one other than Peeta Mellark.

"Hey Mellark!" I call out to him. The seats are in alphabetical order going from side to side. Glancing around the hovercraft I note that Johanna is next to Peeta and a few people down from me is Finnick. Peeta looks really confused for a second then his blue eyes meet my grey.

"Fancy meeting you here." Peeta says sarcastically.

"Yes who would have thought." I say equally as sarcastic. Thank whatever is out there, I need him now to keep my sanity.

The hovercraft takes off, and I look out the windows until they black out. For most of ride we just sit on the plane and make bad jokes that make everyone around us groan. At some point the Avox's go around handing out bottled water, and I grab some to drink. I manage to keep sipping water, thinking of the days of come. Then Peeta makes a silly face at me and I try splashing water on him. However it ends up soaking Johanna.

She was talking to Finnick and she now turns to me with an angry look plastered on her face. "I'm sorry I was trying to splash Peeta. I did not mean to get it on you!" "Watch it Mellark." Johanna says angered. Out of reflex I drop my arm down to cover my stomach, hoping she doesn't mean physical harm.

For the rest of the ride, Peeta and I exchange sarcastic conversation until the hovercraft lands somewhere. What is out there? A desert? A wasteland? A ruined city? Please just be like the last arena. Before they rush us off the hovercraft, I run over to Peeta. "I love you," I say before I kiss him. "I love you too," Peeta says before they usher me out the door.

"What do you think?" I ask, holding the fabric out for Cinna to examine.

He frowns as he rubs the thin stuff between his fingers. "I don't know. It will offer little in the way of protection from cold or water."

"Sun?" I ask, picturing a burning sun over a barren desert.

"Possibly. If it's been treated," he says.

"Oh, I almost forgot this." He takes my gold Mockingjay pin from his pocket and fixes it to the jumpsuit.

"My dress was fantastic last night," I say. Fantastic and reckless. But Cinna must know that.

"I thought you might like it," he says with a tight smile.

We sit, as we did last year, holding hands until the voice tells me to prepare for the launch. "Katniss, when you survive, hide that baby. Especially from Snow." Cinna instructs me with all seriousness. I almost start crying, remembering if I survive it will be even worse than last time. He walks me over to the circular metal plate and zips up the neck of my jumpsuit securely.

"Remember, girl on fire," he says, "I'm still betting on you." He kisses my forehead and steps back as the glass cylinder slides down around me.

"Thank you," I say, although he probably can't hear me. I lift my chin, holding my head high the way he always tells me to, and wait for the plate to rise. But it doesn't. And it still doesn't.

I look at Cinna, raising my eyebrows for an explanation. He just gives his head a slight shake, as perplexed as I am. Why are they delaying this?

Suddenly the door behind him bursts open and three Peacekeepers spring into the room.

Two pin Cinna's arms behind him and cuff him while the third hits him in the temple with such force he's knocked to his knees. But they keep hitting him with metal-studded gloves, opening gashes on his face and body. I'm screaming my head off, banging on the unyielding glass, trying to reach him.

The Peacekeepers ignore me completely as they drag Cinna's limp body from the room. All that's left are the smears of blood on the floor.

Sickened and terrified, I feel the plate begin to rise. I'm still leaning against the glass when the breeze catches my hair and I force myself to straighten up. Just in time, too, because the glass is retreating and I'm standing free in the arena.

Something seems to be wrong with my vision. The ground is too bright and shiny and keeps undulating. I squint down at my feet and see that my metal plate is surrounded by blue waves that lap up over my boots. Slowly I raise my eyes and take in the water spreading out in every direction.

I can only form one clear thought.

This is no place for a girl on fire.

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