One more day, and it'll time for the interviews...
After that...she'll be entering the Games.
I heard a distant, bloodcurdling scream calling my name. Fear consumes me and my chest tightens. I turn toward the direction from where I heard the voice.
"Katniss!"
I keep shouting her name as I run through the forest, hoping against hope that she was all right. Branches and twigs tear through my skin but I don't stop. When I reach the place where I heard her...No...this can't be.
My Catnip lies there, her body mangled and ripped; something red flowed down her arms and legs, soaking her torn clothes; her nails were missing and... her beautiful face...was covered in cuts and her warm grey eyes...they were gone...and in its place were dark empty black holes, filled with her blood.
My legs shake and they give in. I fall on my knees and stare at her. I pull her abused body next to me and hold her tight. Her blood covers me. Not being able to bear to see her empty eyes, I close them, careful not to hurt her anymore.
"Who would do such a thing?" I ask, but no one responds.
My eyes turn blurry as I put my ear on her chest. Instead of the steady heartbeat, all I hear is deafening silence. Tears roll down my face and dampen her olive skin. "Why?"
A thick mist surrounds us...and Katniss vanishes. I look up and stare into a pair of snake eyes.
Snow.
He laughed hysterically and sneered at me, "This is all your fault."
***
I wake up with a start. I stay still as a statue. My heart was pounding against my chest. It was a dream. A shiver runs through my spine. It was so real. I thought I had lost her forever.
Shaking, I get up from the bed. The others are sleeping soundly. Posy's little hands reach for the spot where I was lying a moment ago. I wrap her frail body in my blanket and kiss her forehead before leaving.
I was drenched in sweat and my hands were trembling. I collapse near the fireplace, trying to calm down. But Catnip's hollow face kept appearing in front of me. I grope around and find what I was looking for. I hold on tight to Katniss' gamebag desperately. I smell the bag, trying to catch her sweet scent. But it's already fading away. I clutch the bag even harder.
She's coming back. Safe and sound. Alive.
I repeat these words quietly. Again and again, as I lay near the warm coals, holding the empty game bag, surrounded by darkness.
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