A.N:
Sumomo: I was listening to a song by Tarja Turunen and got the idea for this, I wrote it by myself. I'm not sure if I'm going to keep it a one-shot or make an entire story, so if I don't continue it, know that it was kept a one-shot. :) And I know that this wasn't really like her nightmares from the book, but I didn't have any room to work with the one I remember them mentioning.
Hunger games does not belong to me in any way. Neither does the title, it's a song, like I said, by Tarja Turunen.
She looked over at me, and I froze for an instant.
The brilliance of the flames that surrounded, no, enveloped her made it difficult to see the terrible pain and sadness on her face.
Hard to hear her screams of agony.
And yet, I heard them, and saw the pain and fear on her face, just before the flames hid her from view completely, and started to eat away at her.
I reached out towards her, desperately trying to get to her, desperately trying to put out the flames, but they were on me too, and no matter what I did I could not extinguish them.
Then I woke up, sobbing and feverish. The pain was nearly unbearable, gnawing away at me from the inside, I was hurting from my new skin that they gave me after much of my old skin had burned away when I first became a fire mutt, and hurting from the loss of one I had loved so much.
I would never be able to forget how it happened, on that terrible day. On the day that I lost Prim.
I didn't move for awhile, still sobbing uncontrollably. My room was rather quiet right then, but less than peaceful. I was miserable almost all the time, between nightmares and even during the day, I still felt like somehow I wasn't safe, like I never really would be.
The only times that I felt remotely safe was when I was in my room, though part of that security came from the morphling that I received when I was there.
It was hardly a way to live, the correct word would be that I survived.