***Peeta's POV***
I hold Katniss' weeping body in my arms, when suddenly, my thoughts change.
I'm back in the Capitol when they were torturing me. I am huddled in the corner of the room, starving. They come in and I look up at them. I don't know why they do this to me. They beat me every day, asking for information that I do not have.
"Why did Miss Everdeen blow up the arena," they scream at me. I'm so confused. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," I tell them. They strike me with their whip over and over. I cry out in pain and I scream at them and demand them to stop. But they don't listen.
Then I hear a woman's voice. A familiar voice. Katniss' voice.
"Peeta! Peeta stop! It's not real," she calls out. I open my eyes and I go back to reality. "What happened," I ask her. Her eyes are bloodshot and her face is blotchy like she's been crying. "What did I do to you?!" I ask her. She shakes her head.
"You had a flashback because. Because..." Her voice trails off. "Because of what," I ask. "Because of Prim." And then it all comes back to me. My daughter, my sweet, innocent daughter is dead.
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One Last Hunger Games
FanfictionThe rebellion is over, and Katniss and Peeta are married. This story is told by the perspective of their 14 year old daughter, Primrose. She has asked her parents about The Hunger Games, but never gotten an answer. But when she walks into school one...
