Hey Guys! WriterGalB here. I know I just started a new story, like, yesterday, but I'm going to clarify one thing right now, I didn't write (most of) this. I did some editing but it's mostly my friend. My friend, who doesn't have an account, is letting me post it because I think she's an AWESOME writer. So without further ado, Breaking Free!(prologue)
Katniss's POV
I thrash out wildly in my sleep. Images of strange people and places flash through my nightmares. A small girl with caramel skin and curly black hair scaling a tree. An older boy, so similar, he must be her brother, gutting a rabbit. A teenage girl comes into my vision, and my gaze rests on her. Her face is so hauntingly familiar to my own; she could be my twin. Well, when I was a teenage girl. "Nightlock!" calls the boy. My vision shifts, and I see the world in a new perspective. I see them running from large metal plates, like in the Games… but it's not any I have seen on the tapes Effie has given me.
Swords flash, arrows fly, and I jerk upright, my vision cleared, my breathing shallow. I survey the room carefully: Peeta lies on the bed snoring gently. He senses me moving and stirs. " Katniss", he moans sitting up. " Nightmares" I say, pushing him down. " Go back to sleep". I don't want to concern Peeta with my problems. Groggy and perplexed, I make my way over to our television set and slide down next to the box of old Hunger Games tapes. My eyes find one labeled, "Hunger Games 1 Victor: Nightlock Everdeen" The girl! So similar to myself that we could only be related. I hesitate before popping the tape into the player, remembering the terrible reality of my own Games. But my curiosity urges me forward. I slid the tape in and press play. Here goes nothing.
So there it was! Good, Bad. I'll try to get the next chapter from my friend quickly, but it may be a !