Hi, so this is my first fanfiction. Please review so I know how to improve! Many thanks :)
My eyes snap open. Not this again, please no. My body is violently shaking, sweat pouring from my face. No, not again. Just leave me alone. You could of saved me. She says. You're the reason I'm dead. No! I scream, I didn't mean to. But it's too late, it's done. I'm dead because of you.
"Wake up. Its okay, I'm here. Don't be afraid" I hear him say.
"No. It's not. It's my fault. Stay away." My voice cuts through the air, sharp and hoarse from my screams that echoed throughout the room.
"Ssshhh," He says soothingly, rubbing my back. "I'm here, ssshhh"
My body relaxes, I didn't realise it was so rigid. As soon as I fully wake up, I automatically lock my hands together behind his neck as I cry softly into his shirt. It's a regular thing now- after everything changed and her death sank in- that I have nightmares and he comforts me. I'm surprised he's still here, after everything.
We've moved on, I mean we both need help, but we've moved on. No one's forgotten; no one ever will. We're there for each other. He still has his moments, where the past will cloud his thoughts and it'll seem impossible to live. I have those too, except mine are nightmares; nightmares that overwhelm me and keep us up half the night.
"Are you okay?" He whispers into my hair, twirling it round his fingers. I slowly breathe in then out. In then out.
"Yeah," I say shakily "I'm okay now, thank you."
"It's okay," He replies still rubbing my back "was it that nightmare again?" I cringe as he says those words, recalling the voice.
"Yeah, it was." I say as I pull back. Wiping the stained tears from my face. You would have thought that it would have been easier by now, after countless nights of her voice haunting my dreams, but it's the same. The same feelings; the same pain.
"Come on, go back to sleep" He whispers gently, tucking the strands of loose hair behind my ears.
"I can't, I don't want too" I whisper into the neck of his shirt.
"I'll start then." He simply replies, slowly sliding back beneath the covers; bringing me with him, enveloping the warmth around us. I know what he's on about. The game. It's a little tedious now after all these years; it works though: sending us to sleep and reminding us of the first time I finally admitted my feelings for him.
"Okay." I say, comforted be his warm lips pressing on my own.
"You love me, real or not real?" He whispers. I'm a little disappointed that he went straight to the big one which basically means goodnight, but I can't help smiling.
So, when I turn to face him; my husband, my one and only, I say, "Real" then kiss him.
He is my saviour.
"I love you Peeta Mellark, now and forever more." I whisper into his ear, kissing him and never intending on letting go.
How was it? Any good? Please review! Keep in mind this is my first try so try not to be too harsh!