Disclaimer: I obviously do not own these characters
That night Katniss lay staring up at her assigned room. The previous owner had painted it black with intricate planets, stars, and galaxies, all in different colors. Staring at one particularly bright safety orange galaxy, Katniss tried to organize her thoughts that were swirling around her head like the galaxy that she was staring at seemed to do. My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am 17. I was born in District 12. I was in the Hunger Games twice. I was rescued. My rescuers made me their "Mockingjay". I helped bring down the Capitol. My sister is… that was as far as she usually got. The pain of thinking about the dead from the war was unbearable, even for her. Everyone seemed to think that she didn't have emotions. It was true if it was based off of how she looked, but her inside was in turmoil. All of those left that she cared about were Peeta, her mother, and her old prep team. Gale had gone to another district, and Katniss felt certain that he already had a new girlfriend. It was all too painful to think about. Katniss rolled over and fell into a fitful dream about Prim laughing at something Finnick had said while Gale stood in the background with a faceless blonde.
