@simplythebreadboy
The nightmares came, as they did every night. Nothing could soothe her: the rhythm of the train, a glass of warm milk, pacing her room, clearing her mind or at least trying to, sheer exhaustion---nothing seemed to help. Every night would be the same thing, played over and over again until she shook herself free of it. This night was no different than the others. It started out simple enough, she was back in arena, fighting what looked like another muted form of Cato. Or maybe it was Clove. She couldn’t tell, only that it was trying to kill her and she couldn’t wake herself up. The panic only started after she saw Rue helpless get ripped to shreds then Peeta and before it can sink its teeth in her neck---
She screams as she thrashes about desperately trying to free herself, her lungs hurt and her throat grew scratchy and she couldn't tell if she was still asleep or awake at this point, just that she needed to get away from the n i g h t m a r e.
