***Starts after the first time that Katniss and Peeta went into the arena***
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own the Hunger Games or its characters, it all belongs to the amazing Suzanne Collins.
If you knew that you killed an innocent person what would you do? Lie over their body and cry? Run away? Would you even be able to live with yourself? I would've never done it if I had a choice. Marvel killed her. I couldn't save her. I killed Marvel. I let Rue die. I won for her. I loved her.
I woke up from a dream screaming and shaking. My mother and Prim came rushing in, just as they always do when I have a bad dream. I love them both so much but they just have to understand that I'm never going to forget what happened in the games and that I'm scared for life, but I can't help it. "I'm ok. Really, I'm ok," I tell them softly. "Good. Just tell us if you need us becua-" My mother starts. "We wouldn't want anything happening to you." Prim interrupts. "Thank you my little duck." I whisper, "Goodnight."
I'm awoken by someone shaking me and saying something that I can't quite catch. When my eyes open I realise that Gale is sitting on my bed. "Hey Catnip." He says, almost teasingly. "Hey Gale?" I ask confused. I sit there for a bit wondering why he is here, but then I realise that he is in his hunting gear. Oh my god! Gale and I were meant to go hunting! I must've overslept. I quickly get up but Gale pushes me down again and smiles. "There's no rush Katniss, you can take all the time you need. I'm ready to go when you are." "Thanks Gale." I reply.
