Well, I wrote this like a month ago for a Secret Santa at my school, but anyways. For Percy-Jackson-is-the-Best-Ever! Happy belated holidays, Julianna!

I was running. All around me, I heard screams. The screams of those I killed, those I shot and murdered. The screams and cries of Cato and Glimmer, and the boy from district one. And then still, the eyes of those who died because of me. Mags and Clove and Rue. Oh, why did Rue have to die? It's all my fault, it's all my-

"Katniss! Katniss, wake up! You're having a nightmare. Katniss, damnit, Fin, get her some water."

"Don't call me Fin-"

"Finnick! No is not the time!" someone snapped. I slowly started to open my eyes to see none other than Johanna leaning in front of me.

"Thank goodness you're awake. Finnick has been driving me crazy." she laughed nervously and I looked around. "Where's Peeta?"

"We think your little lover boy ran off sometime during the night. He wasn't hear when you started screaming." said Finnick, carrying a glass of water. I took it graciously and gulped the whole glass. I wasn't worried about Peeta. I was used to him running off at night. I knew exactly where he was. I'd find him later. Then I took in exactly what Finnick had said.

"Wait, I was screaming?" Johanna and Finnick looked at each other and then Johanna said to me,

"Yeah, did you have a nightmare of something?"

"Or something." I said, shrugging.

"Do you want to talk about it, sweetheart?" said Finnick, taking a seat on my bed next Johanna.

"No, not really. And call me sweetheart again, and I'll kick your ass." Finnick put his hands up and smirked at me, as I tried to slug him with my free hand. It didn't work and I accidently hit Johanna instead.

"Ha, missed." he said, falling over and chuckling as Johanna whacked him repeatedly with the nearest object, which sadly for Finnick, was a broom. "Okay, you've proved your point, I get- ow! Ah, the fricking hurts. Ow, ow, I surrender. Stop hitting me, Jo." Johanna, reluctantly, dropped the broom and said,

"Call me Jo, and I will kill you."

"Ooh, some people are feisty. I thought girls were supposed to be morning people." When we both glared at him, he said, "Please don't hit me again." We backed down and relaxed, lightening up, and Finnick continued. Jesus, that guy needs to learn when to shut up! "You know, if this whole rebellion thing doesn't work out, the two of you should become kill for hires or something. You've definitely got the intimidation part down.

"Shut up, Finnick!"

The rest of the day was a blur. I couldn't get that stupid dream out of my head. I just couldn't. But, I couldn't go to Peeta. He was dealing with his own trauma, he didn't need mine added to that stockpile. My mother wouldn't understand and neither would Gale, so…

"Hey, Johanna, Finnick? Is that offer for talking still up for grabs?" The two did that look thing again and then replied at once,

"Of course."

We went to one of the secluded parts of 13 and I started.

"It was awful. I was just running through the woods and all I could hear was their screams." I get talking, but at some point, I just broke down. Next thing I knew, I was buried in Finnicks arms, crying. After who knows how long, I composed myself, and said,

"Thanks." I wiped my eyes on my sleeves. I was the Mockingbird. I was supposed to be strong, not weak.

"Crying doesn't make you weak, Katniss. It's perfectly natural." Shit, I was thinking aloud.

"Yeah, sweetheart, I think even the Ice Queen here has cried at least once." Johanna elbowed him in the gut, hard, and that shut him up real good.

"Thanks. It's great to have friends like this."

"Always."