Even the mockingjays are silent

This is a hunger games fan-fiction. Before I get into the blurb I would like to say that I do not own this image. Peeta is a massive part of Katniss's life, but nobody knows much about the boy with the bread. Nobody needs him or so he says. What happened in the background? How did he see every moment every turn in the story? And of course how did he keep it together? Well that's what I will delve into with this story! It will probably take me forever to write it so.... don't hold your breath