A.N. Salutations. This chapter is for you, Gamemaker97.

Disclaimer: I didn't steal the Hunger Games from Suzanne! I am simply watching them while she, erm, eats?

Cashmere POV

I pushed my way through the thick horde of people that were all lined up by our train station. It had been a year since they had all come to see me. Now, though, they were here to see the victor of the 64th annual Hunger Games, my brother, Gloss.

He walked out onto the platform and was met with a raucous applause. His eyes scanned the audience and locked with mine. I gave him a grim smile and a wave.

We were both only eighteen, the first ever siblings to win in two consecutive years. Some thought it would be great.

Oh, how wrong they were.

That evening, Gloss came over to my house in Victor's Village. He had his own, but we were never separated from each other as kids and we weren't going to start now.

I told him that he could have the guest room, to which he quickly agreed. We retired for the night with a promise to personalize his room tomorrow.

As soon as I fell asleep, I was plunged into my usual nightmare.

I was surrounded by trees, tall, green conifers. The ground was covered in snow, almost blinding me with it's pure white light. There were footsteps in the snow, the only markings on the perfect white plain.

I decided to follow them. They wound around the trees, marking a clear path. Sometimes the footsteps were running, sometimes walking.

Eventually, they stopped, in the middle of the forest. There was no marks, no trace that anyone fell. There were no trees there that you could climb up, nowhere to hide.

Suddenly, a voice was there.

"Why? Why didn't you protect me? You killed me! You tricked, lied to me! And now you must pay!"

The voice started off soft and gradually rose to a scream.

The form of a girl, the one from District One, materialized from behind a tree. I killed her, slit her throat. She was not alone, though, and she roughly grabbed another person.

"This is what you did to me," she pointed to the blood slowly dripping onto the grass from her neck.

"So I will do it to him!"

I finally saw that the other person was Gloss.

"No!" I shrieked. "You can't! He's not really here, you're dead! I'm not in the arena anymore!"

She grinned at me.

"You can never really leave."

She moved a knife, one that I hadn't even seen that she had, towards Gloss' throat.

I couldn't move. And then he started to scream.

I woke with a start, realizing that Gloss actually was screaming.

I ripped off my twisted sheets and ran to his room. The volume of his screams increased and hr began to form coherent words.

When I arrived, he was thrashing on his bed, yelling out for help.

I flicked on the light and ran over to him.

"Gloss," I yelled, shaking his shoulder.

"No!" He screamed. "I didn't kill you! You- you got yourself killed! The mutations, I warned you; you didn't listen.

I shook him harder, finally waking him up.

"What-" he gasped, "What's going on? Where am I?"

And then: "Cashmere? Is that really you?"

He looked up at me, and in his eyes I could see the little boy he had been years ago.

"It's me," I reassured him. "I'm here."

It went on like that, up until the Quarter Quell.

I had nightmares. He had nightmares. If I screamed, he woke me up. If he screamed, I woke him up.

He never remembered where he was, or what he was doing when he first woke up. It was always the same, and every time I would tell him that I was there, that I would take care if him.

We both knew that we could never fully heal, but we always had each other to keep our heads above the tides of memories.

We helped each other, brother and sister, best friends.

We put each other together again.

A.N. I realize, Gamemaker97, that this might not be exactly what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoyed it. You had a great idea, and it was really fun to write. I have been working on this for days! Please review, you guys!

FSP