Burning, blood, acid, everything - I screamed.

Tears rolled down my face as I felt myself being violently shaken. My eyes suddenly shoot open and I see Moon and mom above me with faces of concern.

"Oh my god...It...I had a dream I was in the Hunger Games..." I shakily sigh, looking between them. Mom looked at me. Ever since the rebellion she had slowly been recovering, and now she was almost like before.

I'm just a weak 12-year-old, I keep thinking, the thoughts I had ever since I turned 12, and for some reason, the thought of getting Reaped for the Games kept coming back to me. Moon looked into my eyes.

"Luna, it's okay. I've been scared too, but Katniss won. Remember? It's okay. It's been two years since we've been safe. Remember?" I loved my twin with all my heart, but I absolutely hated how he always said "Remember." It was almost like we're still living in a dream and he was just trying to call the previous back. But it wasn't that. It was more than that.

"Moon, you know that I love you, right? I'll never stop loving you." I hug him gently, shivering as a tear rolls down my cheek. Being the protective sister was a big job for me. Moon was gullible, and keeping him away from the prostitutes and other nasties of District 11 wasn't exactly the easiest job.

"I know Luna. I hope that a rebellion like that never has to be put in place again. I don't want anything to happen," he said, squeezing my hand. I knew he would always try to reassure me, but he's always a little scared inside. Honestly, I was scared to see what happened to him if I did actually die. Would he change? Or would he be the same brother as before? Sometimes the question was unbearable for me, a big cause in my dreams. I'd look over him as a ghost, watching him change and grow different.

"Moon?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't change ever. If I die, just don't. Be strong for me, okay?" Moon looked at me in shock.

"Luna, you always told me never to think like that!" I shake my head and shiver.

"I'm sorry Moon. I guess I'm just scared. I know things are changing...but still." I look out the dusty window. Nowadays there were some cars driving around. The economy had gotten better too. It was almost a supernatural dream come true. There was a rumor that everything would turn back to before the Dark Days eventually. Personally I doubted that, but who's got the right to think that?

The bakery had lost it's abusive owner and replaced all of the kids under 12 with adults. We were still working there, only laid off until we turned 12, which we did. Now we were allowed to take some bread home every night and got better pay.

"Everything might be okay," I muse to myself. I feel Moon's gentle hand on my shoulder.

"Everything is okay, Luna. Stop living in the past. We're okay." I guess I was just living in an alternate universe, where I was Reaped for the non-existent 77th Hunger Games. Maybe everything would be okay. I was just living in an alternative reality.