I do not own The Hunger Games. Suzanne Collins does, and she made it awesome!
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Johanna POV
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I sit bolt upright in my house in the victors village. My hair, which I have recently cut, it plastered to my face with sweat, as are my clothes to my body. Nightmares still sting me. They were gone, slightly, before it happened. Snow murdered my family. They murdered them because of me. I haven't turned to alcohol to solve my problems like Haymitch Abernathy. I haven't gone to morphling or anything of the sort, begging for escape. No, I am Johanna, and I'm a fighter.
I lay back down on my pillow, breathing heavily. I've had no sleep for the past week an a half. The nightmares keep coming back, Some of them so vivid I wake up screaming. Others that are scary, but they don't make any sense. My brain fails me yet again as I shiver in panic. My nightmares aren't just your average monster-under-the-bed. They are filled with blood, violence and begging. Begging from me. Begging Snow not to kill my family. To kill me instead. He never listened. He never does.
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AN: that was just a quick Drabble I've had in my notes for a few weeks. After changing it around a bit (it was originally Haymitch, but Johanna says 'there's no one left I love'). I thought this is why Johanna has no one left who she loves. You may think differently. If you do, let me know!