Hi y'all. I wrote this story a while back and I've now realized how terrible it is. I'm gonna post what I'd written before with a little ending I just pulled together. I'm going to delete this pretty soon but I should have some new and much better stuff coming soon.

Disclaimer: I don't own Run Daddy Run, THG, or any characters.

My fingernails are down to nothing from my frantic biting and a few of them tore so I'm bleeding slightly. I don't say a word because I'm really scared that Gale will have another incident. We arrive back in town a little while later and sit in the Mellarks' driveway. After a while, I go inside to Peeta and I's room, going in between pacing, laying on the bed, and staring out the window for the rest of the day. I get a fitful sleep by night but it's filled with some of the darkest nightmares I've ever had. I wake up early in the morning and walk to the bakery to meet Gale. I stare at my shaking hands and think I might be having a nervous breakdown. My father is gone forever and I might have lost Peeta. Gale arrives, we go around back, and I notice what looks to be a cellar door. "Gale, I think someone's opened this recently. The weeds are all torn up." We try pulling it open for about fifteen minutes before starting to kick at it. I watch Gale's steel toed boot connect with the area where the doors meet and something clanks. With one more solid kick, the doors fall open and reveal a set of underground stairs. I tell Gale to stay put and walk down, seeing light peeking out from under a door. I bang my shoulder into it seven times before the lock breaks and it opens. I see a mop of unkempt blonde hair and rush over to Peeta. I shake his shoulder and he groans, scooting away. I crouch down beside him but instantly cry out because of my ribs. His blue eyes snap open and widen as he sees me. We stare at each other for a few minutes before I speak. "I'm sorry," I whisper, my voice suddenly hoarse. He just looks at me before enveloping me in a tight hug. My shaking comes back and a few tears slip from my eyes. I think about my father and begin to sob into Peeta's shirt.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asks gently. I see his phone a few feet away and grab it, going to messages then handing it to him. I hear Gale's message vaguely and Peeta looks at me. "Katniss, I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"Don't be sorry. I shouldn't have been so mean."

"No, I was worse."

"Don't say that. We both know I should never have said what I said."

"The same goes for me. I'm a horrible per-" I cut him off with a kiss, tasting the dirt residue from sitting in a cellar for almost two days on his lips but disregarding it. His arms wrap around my waist and my hands settle on his chest. I suddenly remember Gale outside and reluctantly pull away.

"Gale's waiting outside. We'd better go." He nods and I try to get up but my ribs screech in protest. Peeta isn't in the best condition either but he helps me up and we emerge from the earth, covered in dirt and dust.

"Finally!" Gale sighs, looking us up and down. "Aw, man, I have to have two dirt wads in my car?" We ignore him and get in the back seat, Peeta on the right and me in the middle while Gale gets in the driver's seat.

"How did I outrun you in the woods?" Peeta asks in my ear.

"My ribs were hurting and I fell behind and collapsed."

"What happened next?"

"I slept at the base of a tree."

"Katniss! Why didn't you call someone?" I shrug my shoulders and sit in silence until we arrive at the Mellarks'. We get out and Peeta talks to Gale, thanking him, and before he can turn back to me his parents come out. They rush over to him and hug him, fretting and doing all those things good parents do. I lean against Gale's car and wish my father was here.

"I'm sorry they're gone, Catnip," Gale says, noticing how I watch the Mellarks. I meet his eyes and they mirror mine, fighting to remain emotionless.

"It's not your fault. We'll get through it." I quickly embrace him and hear his car pull out as he heads home, also seeing Peeta trying to get his parents to stop worrying. He's getting annoyed and it's bordering on anger.

"Would you stop?" he cries, silencing them. "Katniss spent the whole night in the woods with bruised ribs and it's the anniversary of the death of her father and uncle! She's about to have a nervous breakdown and she's shaking! How do you think she feels, watching you worry over me while she mourns her father and wishes her mother actually took care of her and Prim?" My eyes fill with tears as he turns it into reality and I run inside, cringing and staggering because of my ribs. I slam the bedroom door and crawl into the closet, curling up in the corner. I sob and I can't control how loud I am. Prim needs a better family. She needs a father to protect her and a mother fit to raise her. I've tried to protect her and I've tried to raise her but I'm still a child in ways. I need a father, not to protect me but just to be there, and a mom for the same reason. My lips form the word 'Dad' and it comes out roughly as I hear the Mellarks at the door. I say that same word multiple times until the tears take my voice and I just cry. I see Peeta come in and feel him pick me up. He sits down partway in the closet with me in his lap, his chin on my head while my body shakes with sobs. "Sh, it's okay," he murmurs.

"Prim needs a dad, Peeta," I choke out. "I've tried to protect her and be a motherly figure but I can't. Even though I'm legally an adult, I'm still a kid. I need parents, too. Why did he have to die? I need him."

"I know, baby, I know," he whispers, pulling me as close as humanly possible.

"I'm not supposed to break down. I'm supposed to be strong for you and Prim."

"Everyone has a breaking point. You lasted longer than most people would have. You're stronger than anyone I've ever known." Before I can even think about it, I'm singing a song I wrote after my father's death.

"Daddy can you hear the devil drawing near
Like a bullet from a gun, run daddy run.
All the songs you used to sing to me
Would rock birds to sleep
I need you now so please somehow
Put rockets on your feet
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Daddy can you hear the devil drawing near
Like a bullet from a gun, run daddy run.
Saw that dark cloud coming from a million miles away.
Oh how I've dreaded this god forsaken day.
Daddy can you hear the devil drawing near
Like a bullet from a gun, run daddy run.
Mama's been crying in the kitchen
Sister's been afraid of the dark.
I've been gathering the pieces of all these shattered hearts.
And I don't care where you go to
And I don't care where you land
But just get out of there daddy as fast as you can
Oh, Oh, Oh
Daddy can you hear the devil drawing near
Like a bullet from a gun, run daddy run.
Run Daddy run, run daddy run, run daddy run."

A movement catches my eye and I realize Peeta's parents have been watching us. They just heard me pour my heart out and sing. That was supposed to be private. I bury my head in his chest in an attempt to hide from there stares.

"I told you to go away! Why did you stay?" Peeta hisses, clearly talking to them. I hear footsteps recede and I peek up to see Peeta looking down at me. "That was beautiful," he whispers. "Just like you." I throw my arms around his neck and hug him tightly.

"I love you," I croak.

"I love you, too." He picks me up again and sits down on his bed, laying down and letting me curl up next to him. After a long period of silence, Peeta speaks. "Katniss, are we going to prom?" With only two weeks left of twelfth grade this is an important question.

"I don't know. I guess we should but I don't have the money for a dress and all that crap. I think you should go, though."

"I'm not going without you."

"But you should go. Prom is like that super important high school thing."

"Do you want to go?"

"Not really. We don't really mingle anyway."

"Why don't we just do something here?"

"Sounds good. Are you hungry?"

"Yeah. Do you want to get some food from the kitchen?" I nod and we get up, walking downstairs and into the kitchen where Peeta's parents are. I see a flame and spring backwards, petrified, and I'm thrown into a waking nightmare.

I see my father's smiling face and his arms stretch out to hug me. Just as I reach him, he morphs into a fiery demon and begins chasing me. I see Peeta and run to him but when I touch his finger he disappears. The demon version of my father continues to chase me and I see my mother and Prim. I try to grab Prim before she's swallowed by flames but I'm unsuccessful. I see my mother is fine so I dash to her, wrapping my arms around her in a hug. She cries out and I see that I've burnt her. Just my touch. Maybe this means that anyone I love or have ever loved is doomed.

"Katniss, wake up," Peeta urges softly. My eyes open snap open and I find everyone staring at me.

"Sorry," I mumble. "The candle scared me." I feel his worried gaze but I don't move as he goes to the fridge. I eye the candle warily until warm fingers interlace with mine and I'm led upstairs. I drop onto the bed as the door shuts and curl myself into a ball. Peeta sits down by my head and brushes the stray hairs from face, looking down at me.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"Yeah. I just don't like fire. It scares me."

"What happened?"

"It was like a nightmare, except that I was awake." Peeta comforts me and we go to sleep a little later.

Ten years later

I shut the front door behind me and sigh heavily. I pray Peeta gets home soon. When I get into the kitchen, I sink into a chair and start to look through the mail. My eyes land on a letter with familiar handwriting and I gasp, grabbing it. Tears fill my eyes. Is this some kind of sick joke? It says it's from Prim. No. It can't be. She's been dead for a year. She became a nurse in the army and got killed. I rip open the envelope and start to read.


I told Mom to give you this if something happened to me. I want you to know I love you. So much. I'm so glad I got to see you and Peeta get married. Maybe I'll get to see your children, too. But this is a dangerous job. People die. That's the reality. It's sad but it's a part of life. We both know how much it hurts. You know when the pain is so unbearable you just want to die? You crave death?

Oh yes, Prim. I'm very familiar with it.

Please don't get that way about me. I'm begging you, Katniss.

Too late. I'm beginning to wonder why my mother didn't send this sooner.

I want you to be happy. I need you to be happy. Be happy. Happiness is vital. Don't start pushing people away again. Let Peeta help you. He can help you. You need to face the facts. If you're reading this, I'm dead. That's the only way to put it.

That's when I realize tears are streaming down my face. I begin to sob. My body shudders. My throat closes. My eyes squeeze shut.

"Katniss?" a voice says. "Are you okay?" I hear footsteps and a hand picks up the letter. "Oh, Katniss," Peeta says a moment later. He picks me up and carries me to the bedroom. He holds me until I fall asleep.

The nightmares come and he soothes me and when I wake up, I somehow feel much better. I feel like I've been able to talk to her one last time. "Peeta?" I whisper. "Are you awake?"

"I'm awake."

"I love you." He smiles.

"I love you, too."

Not sure what happened with that but I just rolled with it. Thanks for reading.