The shadows are spinning now.

Katniss sits, curled in a ball, against a corner in her kitchen. Empty vials of morphling sit around her. The Capital still sends the numbing liquid to her every week. They monitor it, but they send it anyway. After all, she's still in pain. Or, at least, that's what she tells them.

The shadows have begun to take forms, walking around her, circling like a pack of demons. One stretches up from the refrigerator shadow, smoking into the form of Cato, as she last saw him. Blood glistens across him entire body, and bubbles out with his soundless breaths. His eyes are gone, his face and skull ravaged by vicious teeth and left bare, with nothing remaining but bone and tendrils of flesh. His feet, his hands, at least a third of his body, is gone. He crawls towards her, black eye sockets boring into her, and she can't look away, until she disappears in the darkness, only to blink, and find him gone.

She tucks in on herself, hands gripping the sides of her head to make the images stop. Little did the doctors know, she'd been saving her morphling, refusing to use it, until now. Katniss had hoped for a gentle death, but that's never been her luck.

A shadow walks by, twisting itself into a devilish version of Foxface. Foxface starts laughing, and the sound reverberates through Katniss, and her face starts to bleed where her fingernails are digging in. Soon other voices join in. Prim melts out from beside the sink, tiny at first, then growing, her shirt extending into a grotesque duck tail. A low, pitiful moan issues from Katniss, then Prim lights up in flames, burning out of existence. Others follow, until she is surrounded by a dancing, screaming hoard. Clove plants a knife in Katniss' heart, but when she tries to pull it out, it denigrates into water around her, flowing until there is an inch of it across the entire floor. Katniss screams, and tears run down her scared face. Peeta walks up to her, and looks directly in her eyes.

"I loved you, Katniss." He says, and soon the whole crowd joins in- her mother and father, Gale and Haymitch, Cinna and Greasy Sae all swarm around her, mocking her in high-pitched voices.

"We loved you, Katniss. We loved you, Katniss. We loved you, Katniss." Katniss starts screaming as loud as she can, a wordless howl of agony. Her throat tears and she tastes blood, but she can't stop the shrieks that fill the room. The water on the floor begins to rise, quickly enveloping her. She gasps for air, and the shadows leap and dance around her, deformed dolphins out to kill. Katniss is pulled under, blackness filling her eyes, her throat, drowning her until she feels her heart stop.