Everything was dark.
Too dark.
Everything was silent.
Apart from the screams in my head.
I tried opening my eyes, moving my fingers, anything. But I couldn't. I was immobile.
Violent, horrifying memories played on the lids of my eyes and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't wake and rid myself of them. I wasn't sure how long I'd been like that but it was driving me crazy. If that was hell, it was way worse than I could have ever imagined.
Once in a while the silence was broken by a distant voice talking about vitals or progress but then the voice fades and the screams and crying returns. It was a vicious cycle.
Marvel. Gone.
Clove. Gone.
Cato. Everything about Cato.
Rue. The spear in her abdomen.
Glimmer's blood over my hands.
Peeta running me through with a spear.
The crates containing my parents.
My aunt and uncle crying.
Darkness.
Over and over again, day in and day out.
Never ending.
Until one day, after what felt like an eternity, it all stopped.
PRESENT DAY
Light filled my eyes and I blinked a couple of times but my surroundings still didn't look familiar. I tried sitting up but gentle hands and soothing voices advised against it.
For the first time, I hear someone say something and their voice wasn't filled with hurt or fear.
"She's awake! Indiana Summers is alive!"