My head was burried under the blankets, and I gripped it in my hands. That sentence ran through my head. It felt like holding up the sky, trying to hold something above my head, ignore it. But in the end, I have to awknowlage it's there, or I'll drop it and the weight of the impact will kill me.

I try steadying my breathing, and it helped a bit. I tried getting to sleep, but I couldn't. Images kept filling my head, especially of trackerjackets.

Hijack.

That word rang in my ears, replacing the sentance, but that didn't make it any more bearable.

"No," I whispered. "No."

I felt my eyes flutter shut, an I blocked out the world around me. Soon, I blacked out. But I had anything but sweet dreams.

My nightmare rotated from Peacekeepers setting up trackerjackets, to Percy being interrogated, to all the times Percy saved my life, and back again. The part I hated most were the memories. While he had risked his life for me several times, I had only saved Percy's life once. And I had just failed to save his sanity.

Then something happened that I did not expect. It was Snow. In my nightmare he had revealed himself from behind Yessica, and I finally saw the simmilarites. They were both smiling, when a cart of trackerjackets were wheeled in behind them. They put on beekeeper hats and gloves, then Yessica pulled some out in a net. I was shaking. Then it happened, they walked into the next room, where Percy was. I couldn't make out the room, but I saw him. He was backing himself against the far corner, looking absolutely terrified. Yessica whispered something to Snow, something I could just make out.

"Hijack," she whispered, and handed him the net, whelre angry trackerjackets were buzzing inside.

My brain was also the one buzzing. If demigod dreams are often actually happening, I thought. Then how is Snow here? Didn't he disappear after the rebellion failed and the Capitol seized power again?

My heart was pounding, and my breathing became jagged. My hands twitched with every step Snow took.

He closed in on Percy, and smiled bigger. Percy trembled, but couldn't go anywhere. His sea green eyes flashed with fright, darting around the room for an escape route. Snow drew a hunting knife out of his pocket and brought it close to the net.

"S-stop," Percy muttered weakly. "P-please."

Snow frowned. "Fine," he sighed. "Whatever."

Then he cut along the net.

"Whoops!"

The trackerjackets swarmed toward Percy, and I started screaming.

"NO!" I cried at the top of my lungs. "LEAVE HIM ALONE! HELP! SOMEBODY!"

My dream had turned black by now, but I was still screaming and thrashing. I felt myself waking up, and I kept going.

"HELP! PLEASE!"

I was awake now, but I kept my eyes shut. I heard the door being thrown open, and the sounds of footsteps echoed in the hall.

"KATNISS!" I hollered. "KATNISS! HELP!"

I suddenly felt my head being lifted up, and I opened my eyes. Katniss put her arm around me, amd tried calming me down.

"It's fine," she whispered. "You're safe, everything is okay."

"No," I cried. "Everything is not okay!"

"Annabeth, you need to stop blaming yourself," Katniss remarked. "It wasn't anyones fault. If it was, then it would be the Capitol's."

"But, my dream," I began. "Snow and Yessica, Percy, Trackerjackets!"

"You know that didn't really happen," Katniss assured. "Because Snow is gone. He can't hurt anyone, and Yessica is afraid to handle a pen fearing that the ink will make her hands dirty."

I have to admit that I giggled. I remember the first time I had seen Yessica. Her peroxide blond hair curled and styled, her make up which was way too much, and her long nails. When she was given a pen to sign something, she whimpered and went very slow, making sure no ink splattered.

I began to realize how stupid it was to think that the nightmare was real. I started laughing at myself, something I never thought I'd do.