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the problem is, i can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up.

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I wouldn’t have any regrets at all, if it weren’t…


Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) → Symptoms

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“She’s not here,” I tell him. Buttercup hisses again. “She’s not here. You can hiss all you like. You won’t find Prim.” At her name, he perks up. Raises his flattened ears. Begins to meow hopefully. “Get out!” He dodges the pillow I throw at him. “Go away! There’s nothing left for you here!” I start to shake, furious with him. “She’s not coming back! She’s never ever coming back here again!” I grab another pillow and get to my feet to improve my aim. Out of nowhere, the tears begin to pour down my cheeks. “She’s dead, you stupid cat. She’s dead.”

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When they are unexpectedly united by a common cause, Katniss Everdeen, Harry Potter and Percy Jackson enter into a war they never thought would happen. With a little help from their friends and their own unique abilities, the trio form an unlikely alliance to rid the world of a mysterious enemy so terrifying that they are going to need every bit of help they can get…

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Peeta’s episodes from Katniss’ POV (post-Mockingjay). 

Nights like these are the worst. He’ll freeze, scrunch his face up as though trying to swallow something bitter, and rush out into the rain like a man searching for his soul. I find him, half an hour later, huddled in some old coal-storage unit that’s half burned down so it offers no protection from the icy rain and wind. He looks at me, wild. There’s fear; so much fear as I approach him, and Dr Aurelius’ words run through my mind; don’t approach too quickly, no sudden movements, keep conversation quiet and neutral, show no hostility…Peeta’s huddled on the floor, soaking wet and shivering from the cold and from the terror. It takes me a couple of minutes of the cure-all quiet, neutral conversation before he’ll let me sit next to him, but only a few moments after that before he crumbles next to me and lets me pull his head down into my neck and hold him while he rides out the tears. The grief has to come, the tears have to flow. Peeta will have episodes, and so will I, but we will always come back. Home is each other; home will never leave. 


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They can’t hurt me. There’s no one left that I love.