"Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where they strung up a man they say murdered three.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree."

I can hear someone sing. Strums of melodies from her angelic voice. I open my eyes. Everything is too bright so it gave me an extra obstacle to focus, but I'm sure I'm inside a building once my eyes adjust. Gray panels of walls on my sides and a long, narrow hallway filled with rusty lockers out front. By the looks of it, daylight shines down from the entrance door behind me.

I walk straight up ahead, only pausing every now and then to search for the melody's owner. No one here is around. Except me - It continues to sing - No, except us. Whoever the person might be.

"Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where the dead man called out for his love to flee.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree."

The harmony continues. I turn to my right where the corridor extend to the exit doors. Then she's there. A silhouette of the girl against the blinding light coming from the outside of this building. My eyes searched for her face, who is behind this beautiful melody, but all I can see is her behind. Her beautiful voice becomes more and more familiar to me. But I cant seem to remember who its owner is. For a moment, I stand there. Mesmerized. As she continued to sing another verse. I hang on to every word she says.

"Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where I told you to run so we'd both be free.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree."

I dont get it.
"Hey!" A voice called from her behind. It took me a second to register that it was me who approached her. Who else would be around here?
The figure of the girl was startled. She paused for a minute of silence.
'Why did she stop?' I thought. Then, a hint of fear started from my insides. Afraid that a moment from now, She'll vanish into thin air, leaving me with nothing but silence and loneliness and darkness. I dont want her to ever stop singing. Her voice gives me a sense of protection.

Now, I feel my feet scramble as the figure moves farther, running towards the exit.
I tried to catch up after her. Momentarily, I was faster. Now I'm just a yard away from her when I reached out for her and felt her loose, soft hair touch my skin.

I feel the heat of the burning sun as I escaped the dim light of the building and squint my eyes to focus on the surroundings outside. I came into a halt and scanned everything around, how we're in a field full of dandelions. Trees gathered at the far end of the field where birds sat. No, not ordinary birds. I can sense by their black and white feathers that they are mockinjays. Handful of them, sitting silently at the branches. Waiting for more melodies to unfold like I was.

She stopped too, only a couple of yards away from me, and turned around to face me.
She's the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on. Katniss Everdeen. In a plain white dress with her loose, dark, wavy hair right about her shoulders long. Olive skin and her eyes- gray, beautiful pair of eyes only containing nothing but compassion in them, not the same old hatred brought by the Capitol.
She smiled at me, the most beautiful smile she has ever worn and then, her lips started moving.

"Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me."

She raised her arms towards me as she continued to sing, Offering her hand at me.

"Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree."

Then everything registered in my mind. Death. The sweetest escape we both could manage to have at this point.
I purse my lips, dont know how to respond. I trust her, ofcourse. But I'm still hesitant at this point. Isnt she the one who tried to kill me with her claws?

My mind started debating. I dont know which is real or not. Clips started flashing before my eyes. First, the horrific image of her, trying to kill me and then, the other ones where I was asking her if I loved her, and she said yes. That I did infact loved her very much. I dont know what to believe in. This is the point when people should start telling me which is real or not real. But how could I when no body's around but her?

She looked at me with her eyes, waiting for an answer. Then the mockingjays in the trees picked up the melody and started to sing the terrifying song back and forth.
I locked my gaze at her gray eyes for a moment and that is when I know, that she will not turn into something sadistic. That tears are starting to fill up her eyes.

Now, I want to. I want to follow her, and I would.
I reached out of her hand, but before I could touch her, I was cut out of the dream.

I wake up with a sharp jolt in my chest. I'm in some kind of operation where I am surrounded by doctors. The sharp electricity shocked my chest again until it stopped. I can feel my heart beat again until I slip into a deep unconsciousness.

My body was stiff when I truly awaken. My arms went numb. I can tell by my muscles that I was knocked out for days. Even weeks. Yet I lay there. Not moving as I stare up the ceiling. A man in his white long laboratory coat come and goes everyday. I try to make no conversation with him, afraid to receive unimaginable news. But he sends me some simple greetings, like "Goodmorning, Peeta" or "How do you feel, Mr. Mellark?" only to have no responses coming from me.

After a week of so or feeling numb and useless, Haymitch went in to check on me. He sat at the far end of the bed.
"After the execution... You had a heart failure." He informs me.
"We were directed to go back home.. back to District 12. Only Katniss and I." Her name caught me off guard as I flinch. Haymitch must have noticed this.
"The doctor said it would be better if you stay here a little longer. Two weeks more, maybe? So they can help you recover from the tampered memory Snow gave you. I guess it would be best so I agreed." I stayed silent, only to find Haymitch waiting for my answer.
"I understand." I said under my breath.
He stood up and gave me a gentle path in my back. "Good. See you in a couple of weeks, then."

And just like that, he was out of the room and I'm alone again.
Atleast it's pleasant to know that she's still alive, afterall. That she isnt waiting for my hand with hers only to have the both of us dead and gone. There is chance afterall.

I went back to sleep, remembering her song in the back of my head.

"Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree."