Chapter 15

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I sit on the couch as Peeta makes cheesy buns in our oven. I watch as he takes pride in the finished product. His hands mold them into perfect little buns as he puts them on a cookie sheet. Then he slides them into the warm oven. Suddenly, I'm really cold.

"Hey, Peeta?" I ask.

"Yes?" he says.

I smile. "Will you come warm me up?" I ask.

He walks over to the couch. "Of course. Is there anything I can get you and the baby?"

I think a moment "Well. I'd like something to drink. And my feet are sore. And I'm cold. More than anything I'm cold. So that should be top priority."

He laughs. "Okay."

I don't know if he ever came back. I fell asleep.

I start to dream. I've had this sort of dream before. Where Peeta and I were normal kids. Didn't live in District 12. Just kids.

"Peeta!" I say. "How are you?"

"Fine." He says. We kiss.

"I'll see you later, okay?" he says.

"Okay." I say. And he walks away.

I'm lonely. I walk to the cemetery where Prim is buried. "Hey, little duck."

Peeta paid for a bench with her name on it. His family has money. Well had. He inherited it all when his parents died.

I sit and as I'm watching the sun set, I see a little deer. And then I hear Prims little voice, whispering to me."Just close your eyes, Katniss. The sun is going down. You'll be alright. No one can hurt me now. And I promise, come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound."

It's comforting but all I can do is help her sing the song.

"I remember tears streaming down your face when I said 'I'll never let you go.' When all those shadows almost killed your light. I remember you said 'don't leave me here alone.' When all that's dead and gone and past, tonight." Tears stream down my face.

I hear her sing. "Just close your eyes. The sun is going down. You'll be alright. No one can hurt you now. Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound."

Her dress is white, and it flows in the breeze.

"Don't you dare look out your window, darling' everything's on fire. The war outside our door keeps raging on."

And before I can say it she says."Hold on to this lullaby. Even when the music's gone."

I cry as I sing. "Just close your eyes. The sun is going down. You'll be alright. No one can hurt you now. Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound."

She whispers in my ear. "Just close your eyes. The sun is going down. You'll be alright. No one can hurt you now. Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound."

Suddenly her dress is in flames. The deer vaporizes, and all that I'm left with are dead flowers and the voice of the wind.

I wake up to the smell of Primroses. The thought scares me, because it tells me she isn't real. The dream was exactly that; a dream. Sometimes when I dream, she sings to me, and when I wake up I can't hear her or see her, because the dream is the gift. The times when I wake up and smell the flowers, or hear her, or see her for a moment, I believe I'm insane.

And that is what I fear now.

Because my baby can't grow up to someone insane.