Author's Note and Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters or settings!...My first try on one of these-hope you like and comment!
"Katniss Everdeen," Gale murmured in one of his unusual moments of affection. He stroked my hair, and I closed my eyes, losing myself in his hands, his closeness. "My Katnip."
"Katniss!" Peeta's agitated scream filled my ears. I awoke with a start, his scream still ringing through my mind. Sweat plastered my night-black hair to my forehead, and my breath came in and out in quick gasps. Peeta was alright, I told myself; he was in the next room. We were on a train for our victory tour; Gale wasn't here, he was back at District Twelve –at home. I collapsed against the pillows. Suddenly, I was more tied than I had been when I had fallen asleep the night before.
I heard a thud against my door, followed shortly by a moan. I got out of bed and tiptoed to the door, reluctant to open it. Yet I did, and it opened without so much as a creak. I looked up at the shadowed character now huddled in my doorway.
"Haymitch," I whispered. Squinting at him, I pushed damp hair away from my face.
"Katniss," he moaned, "They've taken away my bottles, I see shadows, they're everywhere…."
"Well, now you'll have to suffer the real world along with the rest of us," I observed dryly. "Where's Peeta? He should be here to witness this." At the mention of Peeta, Haymitch's head shot up.
"Peeta? Katniss-" his face twisted with unexplainable sorrow. Typical, since Peeta was his favourite student between the two of us. But why…? "Peeta was caught…"Haymitch started, "…The Capitol has him…Don't you remember?" All the memories came flooding back. I blinked with shock as I relived my second time in the Games. Haymitch called for my mother as I started to scream.
"No, no, PEETA! NO! NO, NO NO!" My screams could be heard throughout the District Thirteen levels. And somewhere, deep beneath the ground, I collapsed, Haymitch diving to catch me.