The darkness starts to mix to form a palette of paint. Outlines start to form as I fill the gaps with my mind.
My brain starts to register a searing pain in my lower half. Peeta seems to be mopping my brow.
''Katniss your waters broke'' he whispered in his most soothing voice. I let out a small moan as the pain intensified. I noticed I had shed my flimsy jumpsuit. I lay there in nothing but my under top.
''Haymitch sent an spile so Finnick went to find some water.'' Finnick suddenly appears, as if on cue, with a basket made from reeds and a blanket made of the same material. He handed it to Peeta with a smile of encouragement.
I felt another stab of pain course through my body. Then I realise how early the baby is. It can't be weak it has to be strong!''
''Peeta...'' I gasp through ragged breaths ''Peeta.. the baby it's too early''
''Shhhhh Katniss you will both be fine'' he whispers as he tries to hide the worry that's eating away at both of us.
I scream once again as another wave of pain overcomes me, leaving me feeling weak and exposed. I'm , for once, extremely grateful for the blanket that protects me a little bit from the harsh unforgiving sun.
''Katniss you are going to have to push soon'' Mags calls it is the first time I notice her and she makes me grateful for her presence. She also seems comfortable.
''3...2...1...'' I push with all my might. The pain is so intense I let out a blood curdling scream. I notice Peeta wince as I crush his hand in my own clammy palms. He doesn't let his own pain affect his voice as he whispers words of encouragement in my ears.
Then relief washes over me, but I'm not greeted by screams as many others new mothers are. I am greeted by silence.
''Peeta...'' Mags whispers, her face pale. Suddenly I feel sick and dizzy. The world seems to be closing in around me.
Peeta suddenly starts sobbing as he clutches our baby tightly to his chest.
''Peeta?'' I whisper weakly even though he is too distressed to answer ''Peeta what's wrong?''
The anxiety within me carries on growing at an alarming rate.
''Katniss...'' Mags begins gently
''The baby.. its..'' she sighs '' it's stillborn'' I scream so loudly the whole arena must of heard. I look at my weeping husband clutching our dead baby and I feel pain so much worse than before. Tears cannot express my pain and sorrow.
I run into the surrounding jungle, alone. This pain is so heavy and weighs me down so much that I fall onto the leaves and scream. I do not stop screaming until an unfamiliar pair of hands throw me unceremoniously over their shoulder. I soon notice the hands belong to Brutus. I scream once again then blackout.
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