Hello! This is my first fanfic and I hope you like it. So... yeah.

As I slowly drift of to sleep, the hushed voices of Haymitch and Coin discuss Peeta's whereabouts. The Peeta that tried to kill me. Not the Peeta that loved me. Held me. Saved me. The morphling lulls me to a deep slumber, dragging me in and out of reality.

Finnaly, sleep comes and I'm in a sea of darkness. Somewhere I find myself in my Mockingjay suit, my bow in my hand and a sheath of arrows across my back. I start walking, trembling, afraid to see what lies ahead. There's a tiny, blinding, light in front of me. I instictivly position my bow and arrow. It flickers, dies down, and morphs into a masculine form. It turns, now facing me, and I notice he looks familiar.

Blonde shaggy hair, sea blue eyes. It's Peeta. My Peeta. I hug him. At least try to. At my touch, he disenigrates. President Snow rises from the ashes, cackling at my patheticness. I poise my weapon at his heart, I'm just about kill him when he turns into a python, baring its teeth. His mouth encloses me, then I sit up drenched in sweat in my bed. I shake my head, checking to see if I'm awake.

Since I can't figure out what to do, I walk through the hospital until I reach Peeta's room. With a shaking arm, I turn the knob.