Chapter 2 – Look Out The Window

"I'm in a nightmare now aren't I? I've got to be!" I reply, suddenly shivering.

"No." He spoke gently, obviously not really knowing what to say for once.

"My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am 17 years old. I don't know what's going on. I'm doing this because my doctor told me to."

"Katniss, what's wrong? You're not 17. You don't have a doctor."

"Where are we? When are we?"

"We're on our way back to District 12. We've just won the Hunger Games."

"No, that isn't true."

"Yes it is. Katniss, what was the nightmare?"

"No. This is the nightmare. Peeta, don't you understand? We've already gone through this bit. Maybe it isn't a nightmare now. Maybe we-I don't know. But we've both been through the Games twice, both our families are dead, Gale's in District 2, Finnick is dead, Wiress is dead, Snow is dead, Coin is dead, way too many people are-" I blurt out way too much. By the look on Peeta's face, I'm guessing my whole life onwards (/beforehand – ish…) was a dream. Right?

"Katniss, it's fine. Just a nightmare. Listen to me-"

"No ,Peeta, no." Tears fall down my face, "We survived. You hated me. The Capitol changed you. But then it was better. And…I…" Peeta pulled me into a hug. I was so confused. What happened to my wedding? What happened to all the deaths?

"It's Ok. It wasn't real. No-one's dead. It's all better." I had to get it out –

"The, the…We…but…" I couldn't. It was too much. If it was a dream, I shouldn't freak Peeta out. Has Snow brought up the idea of us marrying yet?

"I know." He whispered to me, rocking me back and forth.

"But you don't…" My head swirled, "I need air." I went to the window and opened it slightly, then nearly fainted. "Peeta!"

"What is it?" He got up and came to the window, looking out. "What the hell is that?"

"That's my nightmare. I thought it was my life. Now it is, but not so quick."

"How is this happening?"

"I don't know. Just please stay here. Watch it with me. It has to be the same as my nightm-dream."

I was more scared then ever. For right there, up in the sky was my whole life onwards playing out – cutting out all the useless bits. It was going so fast. It was already up to Peeta throttling me. I looked at Peeta.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to see that…"

"Why did I do that?"

"The Capitol put Tracker Jacker venom in you. They changed your memories of me." It started playing out conversations, adding sound. Not all the conversations were in order, which confused me even more.