Real

Just a little Hunger Games moment I've had in my head for a while. Takes place after Katniss shoots President Coin. Hope you like it!

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"Oh my dear Miss Everdeen, I thought we agreed not to lie to each other."

We did. The point of my arrow shifts upward. I release the string. And President Coin collapses over the side of the balcony and plunges toward the ground. Dead. I am aware of Snow's ugly laughter as guards start to come my way. I am shocked at what I've done, but I can't say I regret it. They will punish me, no doubt, yet no regret. I hope I get lucky, like the Avox, Lavinia. I hope they kill me quickly, so that I don't have to say goodbye to my Mother. Or Gale. Or Peeta. Or Prim.

Prim. I can't say goodbye to her. I'll never be able to. I never was able to. She's gone. My mother says that she's still with us in our hearts. I know that is her way of trying to calm me down, to make sure I don't have another panic attack and need to be, again, sedated. I can't go back to that drug filled life, the one that makes sure to keep me in my nightmares, the one that I wake up from screaming for Peeta, Prim, Rue, Finnick. The list goes on. I've killed so many.

My mind wanders to Peeta's account of Lavinia and Darius's death. He said the was nothing shiny about it. I tell myself to throw out all of the shiny things I own, save my mockingjay pin, so that Peeta won't get confused. That won't happen. I probably won't ever see him again.

Everyone in the room is silent, expressionless. Peeta gasps and steps back. The guards halt, confused. I find my voice. " What is it, what are you staring at?" I say, mildly angry that he, of all people, was shocked that I'd done this. "what?" He pauses. "You…" He looks at something behind me. " You… You have wings." He points to me.

"Not real." People can't grow wings." I say. He should at least know that people can't grow wings by now. He looks confused. "Real." He says stubbornly. "Peeta, it's the tracker-" I'm interrupted by someone in the crowd. " Real." Eight more "Real"s fill the crowd. Peeta says "I thought so."and I'm mad that people are leading him on to believe that fake things are true. "Stop it! It's not real! I just killed your president, now I have wings, you're confusing me." I've had enough, I'm just waiting for the guards to take me away.

Maybe if I take the nightlock pills, they can't torture me. Yes. I grab the pills from my pocket and bite down. I taste flesh. Peeta removes the nightlock from my hand. The guards come forward. I close my eyes as they whisper something inaudible to me. "What?" I say. "Real." Is what I hear in response. Real. I am their mockingjay. I've just grown my wings. Real or not real?

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Thanks for reading! My first Hunger Games fanfiction so I hope it was decent. I just love Everlark.