A/N: Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games. So, this is the second chapter of Fate of The Games. Tell me what you think. Please read, review, and, most importantly, enjoy. I'll post the next chapter today.
Chapter 2: Secret Nightmares
My dreams are consumed with terror and the Capitol and Hunger Games that will never end. I dream of President Snow handing me a rose full of poison. I dream of a horrid arena. I dream of my father being blown to bits in the mining accident five years ago. This last dream I cannot handle.
Waking up and shuddering at the memory, I sit up and rub my eyes. On the other side of the bed, Prim seems to sense movement, and she awakes as well. We just sit there for a while, watching the sunrise. After the sun peaks through the horizon, Prim says, "What are you doing up so early, Katniss?"
Avoiding scaring Prim and telling her of my nightmares, I reply, "I'm going out to hunt, Little Duck. Tell mom that when she wakes up. I should be back an hour or so before the Reaping to help you get ready."
"You had nightmares, didn't you?" Prim questions with knowing eyes. She seems to know when I'm when I'm scared or angry or happy, even if I don't show it on the outside. In particular, she seems to know when I've had a bad dream.
"Prim, you don't need to worry about that. I didn't have any nightmares," I lied. I quickly give her a hug and whisper, "Goodbye, I love you" in her ear. On my way out, I grab my game bag and my father's old hunting jacket. My bow and arrows are hidden deep within the forest, where no one, not even the Capitol, would even think of looking.
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