For the gorgeous Cate on her birthday. Happy birthday lovely! You are so nice and kind and a bit of everything great in the world. Ily!
Peeta's nightmares whilst being hijacked, meant to slightly confuse. Enjoy!
I do not own The Hunger Games.
It started off well. It always did.
Well as nice as it could get in the arena.
She was lying with him and they were looking at the stars, which to Peeta had never looked so bright or so close. They weren't kissing or trying anything on for the cameras. Or at least he thought so. This moment was just him and her, silent, as they thought of how insignificant they were and how worthless their lives could seem. And yet chance had brought them here.
Peeta forgot you didn't get stars in the arena.
And then something wasn't right. Everything felt on edge all of a sudden and he knew there was something watching them. Something bad, very bad. They had to run.
And so they would run, their feet pounding one after the other and they weren't thinking about anything else but to get away. Blood pounding in their ears and adrenalin awoken. If he had fallen he wasn't entirely sure Katniss would of gone back to help him. Did Katniss care about him? Or was he just something to manipulate?
Questions. No answers. Whirling around his head. He could hear laughter as he suddenly stumbled and fell. And then he'd shout. "Katniss!"
But she didn't reply, of course she wouldn't, she didn't care. He was alone with the mutts. They all had hard grey eyes with a determined steel around them. Those were Katniss eyes glaring at him. She was a mutt. A thing of the capitol.
And then the laughter turned to screaming, he was sure it was Katniss screaming, the real one. She was screaming and screaming, and what was worse was he knew he could do nothing to stop it. Because he was pinned to the ground by this thing.
Was that Katniss even real, the one screaming? Whenever Katniss was concerned he just seemed to get hurt. Why couldn't he give up on her? Why did he want to help her?
You love her.
Peeta didn't listen to the voice, as he felt panic over take him, as he heard Katniss scream and shout and cry. That wasn't right, Katniss didn't cry. What could be happening that could make Katniss, his brave, beautiful Katniss cry?
And then it stopped.
The silence was worse.
And then Katniss would lean towards him with her teeth bared, ready to rip him to pieces. But it wasn't Katniss, it was a mutt. Katniss wouldn't hurt you, called that voice which seemed to be quieter every time it spoke up. Katniss wouldn't hurt you. The fear in his heart was ever increasing.
.
And that's when he wakes up. But why doesn't he feel any safer?
And as he looks at the grey, bare walls it comes flooding back. He's in the capitol.
Katniss isn't the mutt. He is.