We had been traveling east for some time now. It was almost nightfall when we found a small cave and decided to rest. The cave was small and damp, but served as a good hideout to rest for the night.
My mind drifted back to the games as I curled up in the crook of Cato's arm. The last time I had been in one of these caves it had been with Peeta. I didn't dare say it out loud, Cato always became dark when I mentioned the games or Peeta. His eyes seem to lose color and go glassy as he remembers the monster he became.
He had woke up screaming before, so had I. Although, throughout the games, I had been terrified of the game makers and the other tributes, while he had been terrified of himself. Every night he whimpers in his sleep and I can tell he sees the same demon eyes from the tributes in the Capitol mutts, but he also sees his own transformation.
I curled up closer and I tried to preserve warmth. His breathing had slowed to an even pace. I tried to match mine with his. Slower and slower I went, drifting into sleep.
"Primrose Everdeen!" Effie announced and my breathing stopped. Any name but hers, the odds were in her favor.
"Prim!" I screamed and lunged toward the stage. "I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!" I scream and push the guards away, grabbing my sister.
Suddenly I am in the arena, standing on my plate. Cinna stands next to me with Peeta on the other side. Cinna nods to me and I search, confused. Cinna shouldn't be here, I thought.
"Five. Four. Three." Cinna steps off the plate onto the landmine below him.
"No!" I scream as he explodes sending bloody bits everywhere.
The world seemed to explode into a thousand shattered pieces and the chards stabbed me in the chest. I saw my father in the mutts eyes and I screamed myself awake.
"Cato!" I yell, shooting up in the darkness. Tears dripped down my face as I searched in vain for the warmth that had been beside me only moments ago.
"What's wrong?" He peeked his head in from outside. I buried my face in my hands and sobbed. He crawled in and cradled me in his lap, like a little girl. "It's okay."
"They took everything from me." I hiccupped. He tried to soothe me and ran his fingers through my hair.
"Me too." He sighed, holding me closer.
"I'll do it." I said, looking into his eyes defiantly, a single tear sliding down my cheek. "I'll be your mockingjay. I'll be the face of the rebellion. I'll find a way to finish this."
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