A/N: Hiya, peoples! How goes it? This is our first story, so if you don't like, it will get better with other stories. Maybe. Peeta is dead in this. Sorry, Peeta lovers. We love him too. Oh, and after the line of x's (what is that called?) it's in Gale's point of view.
Disclaimer: If the Hunger Games were ours, in Seneca Crane's bowl of nightlock, there would actually be a razor.
I fall out of darkness, a blank, black hole. My head rises to examine the new surroundings. District 12. Ashes everywhere. Bones scattered across the barren land. I look down. I see Prim's face staring up at me, frozen in eternal screams, scared. Helpless. I run. A cold sweat breaks out. I don't care. I just run, the faces of everyone I know blurring past me. Mom, Dad, Gale, Cinna, Greasy Sae, Madge, Rue, Finnick. I trip over a skull, tumbling into the hard ground. I'm smeared in ashes, haunted by the eerie crunching of bones. I look down, no idea what atrocity I will see. I scream. My throat is on fire, more than I have ever been. It is set ablaze. I know how to stop it, but I don't care. I scream my until I can't. Peeta.
"Katniss. Save me. Save me, please. I need you now. Save me. Just help me." Over and over. Never stopping.
I wake up, tears streaking down my face. Sweat dripping down my face. I'm shaking, and I don't bother to stop screaming.
"Shh. It's okay. I'm here. It was only a nightmare."
I turn towards the voice of Gale. My yells only increase.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I'm sorry, Katniss. Forgive me. Please."
I cease screaming, but I don't say anything either. I stare at him with a blank expression.
"Please."
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Words aren't having effect. I reach out. Katniss flinches at the first touch, but doesn't otherwise move. I stroke her hair and hold her close, whispering words of comfort. She eventually drifts off to sleep. And soon enough, I do, too.