A/N: Ok so this story is a PeetaxKatniss story. Remember that now. Also keep in mind that I despise Gale, so if you like him, stop reading now, because he's gunna be a pretty horrible character in this story.
So this story is basically that Katniss chose Gale and they got married and what not, but she soon realizes that fire plus fire results in her being hurt, and that a girl on fire like her needs her dandelion in the spring, the dandelion to give her hope.
Disclaimer: The Hunger Games belongs to Suzanne Collins. All songs used and quoted belong to Taylor Swift.
I curled up in the corner of the couch, holding the side of my face with my hand. My cheek still burned from the slap I had received from Gale when he had come home from work. But I was used to his hits by now. Every day he would come home in a bad mood, and would slap me and call me a couple bad words, but I was used to it.
I looked out the window to see the busy streets of District 2. I sighed as I remembered when I got here for the first time.
"Hi Katniss," Peeta said, sitting down at the table with me in the cafeteria.
"Hi Peeta," I mumbled, not making eye contact with him. When I told him the news, he would be distraught.
"Is something wrong?" Peeta asked, sensing my discomfort.
I sighed. It was now or never. "I'm moving to District 2," I said. I took a deep breath. "With Gale. We're getting married."
His eyes widened for a split second but he quickly wiped the look off his face. "Congratulations," he said, trying to sound happy for me, but I could tell he was hurt.
"I'm sorry Peeta, I really am. I just need to get away from my past," I told him.
"It's ok Katniss, you have nothing to apologize for, I understand. And I am happy for you. As long as you're happy, I am too," he said. I could tell that I had just broken his heart beyond repair, but he was trying to hide it. He smiled a strained smile and left my table. That was the last conversation I had with the Boy with the Bread before we parted ways.
I still have nightmares, every night. And they are always about Peeta or Prim. Always.
Tears sprung into my eyes when I thought of how many times he had told me that. Always. Does that mean he still is with me?
I sighed. I'll admit, many times I've regretted not going back to 12 with Haymitch and Peeta. Many times I fantasized about running away from 2 and going back to 12, where I would knock at Peeta's door and I would fall into his open arms. I sighed again.
I called Haymitch once. It was the one night when I felt like I was going to break from how much Gale had hurt me. I still thought of Haymitch as my mentor, and thought maybe he could give me advice. His advice was exactly what I had thought about doing so many times.
"Leave. Hop on a train and come back to 12. There will be two people waiting for you," he said.
"I don't know if I can do that. I mean it's not that easy. I'm married for goodness sake!" I told him.
He sighed. "Just leave the ring and come back home."
"I-I can't," I answered.
Haymitch sighed again "Alright sweetheart. In that case there's only once last piece of advice I can give you," he said.
"What?" I asked.
"Stay alive," he answered before hanging up.
I rubbed my cheek. I think it was the hardest he had ever hit me. He was really angry tonight though. After he hit me and dumped his stuff, he had left, saying he needed sometime on his own. Then I realized that this was my chance. I looked at the clock. He wouldn't be back for at least an hour. I quickly hopped off the couch and went upstairs. I grabbed my old game bag and stuffed some clothes in it. Then I scurried over to the bedside table and opened the drawer. Inside were a few of the things that actually mattered. My Mockingjay pin, the locket Peeta had given me, and the pearl Peeta had given me.
I slipped the locket around my neck first. Then, I clipped the pin to my jacket. Last but not least, I picked up the pearl. It shone brighter than ever. I rolled it between my fingers and closed my eyes.
"I'm coming Peeta," I whispered.
I quickly put the pearl in my pocket where it would be safe. Then I scampered back down the stairs. I set down my bag and crossed over to the desk where we kept all the paper and writing stuff. I pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, and sat down to begin my note.
I took a chance, I took a shot
And you might think I'm bulletproof but I'm not
You took a swing, I took it hard
And down here from the ground, I see who you are
I'm sick and tired of your attitude
I'm feeling like I don't know you
You tell me that you love me then you cut me down
And I need you like a heartbeat
But you know you got a mean streak
Makes me run for cover when you're around
And here's to you and your temper
Yes, I remember what you said last night
And I know that you see what you're doing to me
Tell me, why?
You could write a book on how
To ruin someone's perfect day
Well, I get so confused and frustrated
Forget what I'm trying to say,
I'm sick and tired of your reasons
I got no one to believe in
You tell me that you want me, then push me around
Tell me, why?
Why do you have to make me feel small
So you can feel whole inside?
Why do you have to put down my dreams
So you're the only thing on my mind?
I'm sick and tired of your reasons
I've got no one to believe in
You ask me for my love then you push me around
Tell me, why?
I take a step back; let you go
I told you I'm not bulletproof
Now you know
I'm sorry Gale, but I can't take it any longer
You abuse me, but I was an idiot and I only just realized it.
Now I'm going home.
I'm going home to beg for forgiveness from the one man who ever truly loved me.
He's a painter
He's a baker
He always sleeps with the windows open
He never takes sugar in his tea
And he always double-knots his shoelaces
He loves me
And you know exactly who he is
P.S. I left the ring on the bed; the one you abused my body on so many times
And with that, I left the note on the stairs so he would see it as soon as he got home, and walked out the door, away from the abusive man who I had the disgrace to call my ex-husband, and towards the man in 12 who loved me and would do anything for me.
A/N: Tell me if you guys like this! I want to hear your opinions! Every chapter will be based on a song, but they won't all have the lyrics like this one.