A/N: Thank you for all the lovely reviews and follows, I appreciate it. I will probably update this story once a week (normally on a Saturday UK time) but I also post one shots/dabbles on my tumblr love-hayffie. Im also sorry this chapter is so short, i'll try to update my next chapter one day this week. That one will be longer, as always reviews are welcome.
Footsteps. That was the first sound that Effie heard after days and days of complete silence, no screams of pain from prisoners in cells nearby, no sound of doors opening and slamming shut again just utter silence. So when she heard the loud sounds of running footsteps she was surprised to say the least, the optimistic side of her said that maybe it was someone coming to help her but the optimistic side of her had virtually disappeared so she knew there was no point in even wishing for someone to come and help her. The footsteps were growing closer and louder, she could hear muffled shouts but couldn't make out what the voices were saying.
Effie closed her eyes, not wanting to see the faces behind the voices, "make it go away" she whispered into the thin air, it was a futile attempt at making herself feel better and it didn't offer her any comfort. Before she could even say anything else there was a loud bang and her cell door opened and the heavy thud of boots against the stone floor made its way over to her side "she's over here!" A gruff voice yelled "Hurry up, she wont last much longer!" She felt herself being lifted up and she couldn't stop the scream that escaped from her mouth "get off...don't touch me." She pleaded but before she could hear the man's reply, the familiar black dots took over her vision and she felt herself go limp in her rescuers arms.
When Effie finally opened her eyes, white lights obscured her vision. She tried to sit up, realising that that she wasn't in her prison cell any more. "You mustn't try to sit up Miss Trinket" a firm voice told her, his hand resting on her arm to lay her back down. Effie turned her head to look at the person who that voice had come from. At the side of her bed stood a tale male with greying hair and sharp blue eyes. "Where am I?" she asked, her voice barley a whisper. "District 13" he replied simply and before Effie could utter another word he carried on "you were rescued by rebels, that's all the information you need for now. Don't threat though dear" he told her before pressing a button that seemed to pump a clear liquid into Effie's arm. "I'm sure your fiancé will be here soon to explain everything." A frown appeared of Effie's face, fiancée? What fiancée? She tried to ask him what he was talking about, but her voice failed her and she felt herself getting pulled under. Probably from the liquid that had entered her system, but before she completely blacked out she heard the double doors open and a familiar voice spoke. "Is she ok? Is she alive?"
In Effie's dreams she was happy once more. Her eyes were bright and alive and her hair was sleek and fell in smooth curls down her back, she wore a pretty purple dress and cream heels and she twirled around a ball room, her dimples showing as she danced with a handsome stranger. She never saw the man's face but he wore a black suit and a purple tie which matched her dress. He smelled familiar though, of pine and whiskey. She rested her head against his chest and his strong arms wrapped around her waist protectively. His voice would talk to her, telling her that she was safe with him and he would look after her from know on.
Other times she dreamt of her self living in a small house, with 2 children. One boy with red hair and grey eyes and one girl with brown hair and green eyes. The faceless man showed up in that dream as well as they sat in a small living room filled with old books which Effie loved so much. There was also a log fire and plush, leather couches which she sat on with the man next to her, his hand against hers as they watched the 2 children laugh at something, or they would run around the house there happy squeals filling the house.
They were only dreams though, and dreams never came true no matter how much one wanted them to.