She was an animal, awakening from deep inside her prisoners soul. Thoughts filled her mind like poison, pouring over everything she thought she knew. Everything a blur, flashes of the Capitol, oh the wondrous Capitol, the arena, traitors and at the forefront of it all, the mutt Peeta. Much a regular visitor to these flashbacks. Then things start to change, it's like someone has opened a door in her brain and, although it's vague, she can hear someone calling her name. But it's not alarmed or worried like she's used to but soft and soothing. She doesn't know why, but something about this mystery voice screams danger, get out, run away! She struggles with her own brain to push the name calling voice away, but it pursues. The Capitol and it's glory are fading and suddenly anger is filling up her being. Strong hands pin her down, her thoughts become so jumbled she can't make out anything. She wakes, hands gripping the sheets, sweat beading her body, teeth strained and eyes misty, wide. Collecting her thoughts, she can just make out someone staring down at her, with hurt, past comforting and forgiving eyes. "It'll get better, I promise" he says, releasing his grip on her arms, letting her relax. She nods and speaks, although she knows her words are untrue "It will, as long as I've got you".