Demons.
And they will always be waiting; in the middle of the night, in the shadows, in every dawn and dream.
The Arena. Maysilee Donner is alive, her body drenched with sweat as she grabs onto him. Face contorted with worry, terror leaking from her pores.
"HAYMITCH!" She screams, pointing to a herd of obsidian figures in the treetops. They topple downdowndown until they suffocate her, until Maysilee Donner is no more.
"HAYMITCH HELP!" Oh, his baby brother, that mop of brown curls, those eyes engorged with fear. And the woman clutching his chubby little hand…
"Mom" He breathes, rooted to the spot. The figures surround them too. Soon his family's cries fade into the night as they descend on Haymitch himself.
As they tear his flesh, some part of him realizes that they are the 7 that he killed, the ones that follow him endlessly into each day. Waiting, bidding their time, planning; their young faces contorted with sadistic glee as they watch ever so carefully. They have impeccable timing.
The nightmare drags on, and when he awakes, he vaguely wonders why he wanted to live at all.
And they will always be waiting; the demons.
Fin.
A/N I don't own the Hunger Games. This is my first drabble (Which, according to one of my friends, Asher, I really suck at them) Reviews are appreciated. Also: DO NOT FAVORITE MY STORY WITHOUT REVIEWING. I have a short Drabble-ish/Freeverse poem thingy up on my page about Neville and Seamus (Harry Potter characters) about 12 people have added it to their favorites list. That story currently has no reviews. It bugs meeeee!
Sorry about my rant(: Thanks for reading!