The After Math

by wings64

Eve is from district 10. This is Eve's story about what happens to her after she won her games. Now she is a mentor. What happens when she has to mentor her brother in the games. Please review. This is my first Fanfic.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter One: True Nightmares

I don't own the Hunger Games and never will Susan Collins does.

Eve Pasture POV

I run through the forest with only the light from the moon and the stars to see. I keep running with giant birds the size of bears chasing me. They have long sharp talons, a long beak, large black wings. They move with great speed and grace. I turn around to see they are getting even closer. It's getting harder to breath. The air is very humid. I don't think I can run for much longer. I turn to see where the birds are. A giant bird right behind me with its talons reaching out for me as it swoops down at me.

I wake with a start. I wake up every day like this for almost three years. Ever since I won the 64th hunger games, when I was 16, I have had nightmares. Always about the games I was in. You think once you win you go back to life like nothing ever happened. I wish so much that was true. I jump at almost any noise.

The worst part of winning is having to mentor and watch a new group of kids go into the arena every year and most likely die. The past four kids I have had to mentor have died in the horrible games.

"Eve are you okay?" I look over and see my 15 year-old brother standing in the doorway. He has brown hair and blue eyes. Everyone says our eyes and hair are the same but my eyes are lighter

My parents died a few years ago so I have been taking care of the two of us ever since. When I went in to the games I feared what would happen to him if I did die. Now I don't worry about food anymore and try to give some of it to others who need it.

"Yeah just another nightmare." I say trying to not worry him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks with a hint of worry in his voice.

"No I'm fine. Sorry for waking you up again." I don't want to scare him with my games and he wakes up every so often because of me.

He comes over to my bed and gives me a hug. He always makes me feel better when he does this. I kiss the top of his head and he walks out of my room shutting the door.

Hopefully I can get some sleep before I have to mentor two more kids in two weeks when the 67th Hunger Games begin.