This hasn't been one of my favourites to write, but I hope you like it! another dramatic one, as always!

enjoy:-)

My eyes opened.

The sun was streaming through the trees and blinding me. The light was not unlike the one that shone before me as I let go.

A sudden realisation springs to my head and causes it to throb.

I'm not dead.

My body commences with pain that demands to be felt, a punishment for not being dead.

The light forces my eyes closed and ever so gently I push my body over and away from the direct sunlight.

Pain soared through my body and I lay there, cold and vulnerable.

It must've been the early morning sun shining through the darkness that triggered me to believe I was dying.

If only.

The pain in my left arm became almost unbearable and my head throbbed, though not as uncomfortably as it had been.

I needed to get from here, and off the cold ground.

I lifted my head to look for a route of escape, and there was one, just to my side there was a gradual slope upwards out of the pit.

I supported my head with my right arm, and held the side of my face. I pushed my knees up and sat upright.

The instant pain was torture.

I tried to pull my left arm towards my body, but I was left defeated by the pain, so I let it hang, awkwardly and uncomfortably by my side.

I guided myself up the bank and when I reached the top, I staggered and fell to my knees, luckily landing and supporting myself on my right arm.

I looked over the edge and saw where I had fallen, the drop was a good six metres deep. I let out a painful sigh. I could be in much worse condition down there now, than what I am up here.

I titled my head towards sky, the sun was settled above me which meant it was around midday. It wasn't getting dark too soon at least.

I put my finger in the air.

No breeze.

I knew there would be breeze coming off the lake but I have no such luck.

I don't know where I am, let alone how far away from home.

I begin walking slowly, supporting myself with trees. I slip and slide a few times, and despite the pain in my rib cage and arm, my wrong footings don't set me back.

My mind is driven, I clench my jaw, I need to get home.

After what feels like hours, I fall down on to the base of a tree. I'm unable to move, my body sweating and aching. I'm dizzy, and I decide that it's definitely better to rest than race around dangerously unable to tell where I'm putting my feet.

I lift my finger for the fifth time, checking for breeze. There's none.

I want to avoid closing my eyes, so instead I focus on checking my injuries.

I breath deeply, there are bruises on my ribs, bumps on my legs, there could be a bloody wound on my head but I can't see, and there are no visible problems with my arm.

I have been lucky.

Then I remember why I took to the woods to start with.

Maybe I wasn't so lucky, I think. Maybe I would've been better if I hadn't of woken up. Peeta would be better without me anyway. I think of Peeta, guilt hits me hard. No Peeta doesn't want me dead, he's trying to protect me.

"Why are you not here protecting me now?" I whisper to myself, and I wince in pain.

With both, thoughts about Peeta and the agonising pain, I am brought away from my thoughts.

I need to get moving.

I stumble over towards another tree, tripping on risen roots, and I try to maintain my balance. Then suddenly my body is alert.

Noises in the distance...

Voices.

I begin to race through the trees, using up my remaining energy, I need to get them.

If I get there, I'll be safe.

Pain jolts through me like an electric current, beating and shocking with every step.

I'm nearly there.

Nearly.

I break from the trees and enter the meadow, my jaw clenched and my blood thumping with such ferocity I think I'm going to explode.

Four or five blurry people are running towards me, they're all calling out my name and shouting. Just before they reach me, my head falls to the side, my eyes cloudy with pain and I drop down into the grass before anyone can catch me.

I hear voices but no words sink in.

I'm still conscious and I open my eyes.

There are people. More people, and they're all gathered around.

Slowly their voices and the sounds around me fill my ears. Not quite enough to tell whose voice is whose but enough for me to hear whatever is being said.

Some people are calling my name, others asking others if I'm okay, or questioning what has happened, querying my injuries.

I want to scream, but I lie there, just wishing Peeta would come and help me.

As if someone could hear my thoughts, I hear a voice distinctly shout another to run and get Peeta.

My eyes keep shutting, slower and slower each time but I will myself to stay conscious.

Minutes go by and voices increase and my injuries silently scream with distress.

I clench my fist and hold my jaw tight, trying to deal with the pain.

I open my eyes and see someone who can only be Peeta, followed swiftly by another person, pushing through the people.

I say his name but no noise comes out, the look on my face is enough for anyone to tell someone is in pain.

The two men fall down either side of my body. I look directly into Peetas' eyes, loosing myself in the sea of blue.

I push my right hand up and hold Peeta's, not only gripping with the pain but because, this time, I don't ever want to let go.

He leans forward, his eyes filled with worry and concern and he kisses my forehead gently and looks over towards my left.

I follow his gaze over to Haymitch.

I want to hold his hand too, but my arm won't allow it. Instead I allow a faint, pain stricken smile cross my lips.

Peeta wraps his arm behind my shoulders and someone else helps him lift me steadily onto a wooden board. I look up into the clouds and know that I'm in a safe place now.

I must've dropped off on the journey, but now when I open my eyes, I only see a familiar bedroom ceiling and I've been placed on my bed. I daren't sit up, but instead I lift my head up gently to see if anyone's there.

Nobody.

The pain is slightly less, maybe I've been given some pain relief.

I sink my head back down into my pillows and drift back to sleep.

I'm awoken by a nightmare. I'm being chased, and suddenly there's a hole, I'm bring pushed in by Rue and Prim into a bunker of blood thirsty mutts. Peeta dives infront of me, and I see him being torn apart, right before my eyes.

I wriggle desperately and try to sit up, the pain stops me. My sheets are soaked with sweat and I'm unable to move from my position, unable to escape my nightmare.

He's safe I tell myself, it's just a nightmare.

But I need him here with me, I need my Peeta.

Only then do I realise, I'm no longer in my room.

This isn't a house, or any bedroom.

I'm moving.

I'm on the train.

And there's no telling where this train is going.