President Snow stands in front of me, covered head to toe in blood. Holding a dagger and pointing it at Peeta's neck. Peeta dangles from a rope, his face becoming white, almost purple; exactly like when Cato strangled him in the first arena.
"Oh my dear girl on fire, do you think I was leaving without getting revenge?" he says through a bloody grin. Dark blood drips down on the white rose on the pocket on his shirt.
"One." A deathly stare beams at me.
"Two." A cold laugh.
"Three." A dagger being pulled into Peeta's throat.
"PEETA NO!" It's no use, chains tie me down and I can't reach him; no matter how hard I try.
I wake up on my bed reliving the nightmare, unable to get it out of my head. Feeling the cold space next to me, lacking Peeta's touch. The door barges open and he stands there with a terrified expression. When he sees me, he immediately calms down and walks over towards me. I stand up on my knees and he wraps his steady arms around me while I sob into his shoulder. "Can you stay with me?" I mumble. He nods and climbs into bed, with my head fitting onto his chest like a puzzle piece. He leaves a kiss on my forehead, "Always."