"Long live the Mockingjay!" Snow whispered, and the gun had fired. All I saw was roses, and it was black.
Shuddering, I sat up, gasping for precious air. Clutching my chest, I threw the covers off, not worrying about waking Peeta. Running down the wooded stairs, and into bathroom, I threw open the swinging bathroom mirror, many pill bottles falling and spewing extra capsules all over the floor, and hosed down some aspirin for my head was pounding the oh-so familiar pain. I slid down the wall to the floor, slowly trying to regain my breath, and heard crying. I groaned, and peeled myself off the ground. Walking through the wood paneled hall, I couldn't help myself from gazing at the pictures, but as her cries got louder, I pushed those thoughts and memories aside and dashed up the stairs.
"Shhh….It's Okay." I cooed, rubbing her belly, "Hush little baby…"
Poor Prim…She couldn't sleep. I didn't know what to do for her, and It was starting to take effect upon my own sleeping. I love her so much, but sometimes I wish she was just gone, for just one moment. As I reach down for her blanket that had dropped on the ground, I feel warm arms encircle my waist, and I sit up. His smile, his eyes, they were like magic.
"Good morning", he said yawning. His glistening blonde hair was messed up, but it was boyish and natural. Before I could grab my girl, I felt warm lips softly brush against mine, and I could feel myself drowning in pleasure. But I pulled away, to grab her Milk bottle out of the kitchen.
I came back, and he had her head rested on his shoulder, he patted her small back, and covered her with her small blanket as she sprawled out over his chest and shoulder. It was gold. I leaned up against the light green walls dotted with pink and crossed my arms, tossing the bottle towards him- which he caught gracefully.
He smiled at me, the sunlight brightening both their beautiful appearances. The cold did start to crawl past my skin, so I turned to the hall, and as I reached for the thermostat, a blinding pain had just struck the back of my head.
I remember nothing but falling to the floor, and staring straight into his eyes. I closed my eyes, fearing they'd possibly never open again. Darkness. All though I'm rather familiar with darkness, this one wasn't as comforting.