I was back in District 1, the warmth of my bed invited me to lay there for as long as I wanted. I was in a place of peace and tranquility, the beautiful mindset where the agonizing nightmares were not welcome. My heart was content with the feeling of safety which I longed.
"Glimmer, Glimmer!", it was my mothers distinctive tone calling for me, but I couldn't see her, I couldn't see anything, nothing but darkness. I blinked frantically trying to visualise something, anything! I tried to get up, but I couldn't move, my body was stiff, as if I was viciously tied to my bed. Pain surged through my limbs as I struggled to defeat the invisible ties that held me down. I felt senseless, I began to panic as my thoughts tugged at one another, pounding against my fragile skull. My brain desperately searched for a logical explanation for what was happening, but couldn't find anything to satisfy its dying need.
Then all I could see was my family, and Marvel... Marvel! - They were in pain, there screams pierced my eardrums, President Snows' scent filled my nostrils knocking me back as I watched him order two peacekeepers to rip my baby brother from my terrified mothers arms as she begged and pleaded with them not to take him away. I can't bare it I thought, I tried to look away and tell myself that it wasn't real, but my eyes were fixed on this sickening scene of the ones I love being tortured!
I tried to yell "STOP. STOP IT! STOP!", but the terrifyingly real hallucinations ignored my cries and proceeded to snatch my younger sister Ribbon from my mothers side, they hauled her away and before my mother dropped her head and covered my other brothers eyes to prevent them from witnessing the horrible brutality, tears ran down there faces and my mother gently mouthed "I love you", at that moment I realised that, that was the last thing my mother did before getting dragged out herself by the peacekeepers in one of the small side rooms of the justice building, the day of the reaping.
I don't know why I volunteered, my survival skills were enough for me to live on, but not in the hunger games, where it's not an option to get by not having to fight someone at one point, and deep down I knew that, but the chance of being a career was too good to be true! I had to take it... My regretful thoughts were quickly interrupted by another one of my mothers high pitched screams, my baby brother was then carelessly dropped to the ground "NOOOO!" I screeched for my brothers safety, but I couldn't see or do anything. I struggled to get up but I was trapped in my limp body, with no way to block out the image of my sisters lifeless battered corpse and the thoughts that painfully ate away at the remaining part of my damaged brain.