Aftershock
Another nightmare. They came every night. I would sit up, panting, tears threatening to spill from my eyes as my screams tore through my throat into the world around me. My senses were numb as I sat there on my bed, huddled into a tiny ball, as if that would momentarily cure the pain. What was I supposed to do? The only thing I was trying to do was survive. The images of the bloody battle replayed again and again in my mind, like a broken record. How I tried not to do it. Not to kill anyone, but I had to survive. For Prim. For Rue. Another set of sobs wracked my already shaking body as I clutched my head, trying to forget. All I needed to do was forget, and it would be over.