Hijacked

Chapter Seventy Seven

Chapter Seventy Seven

KATNISS'S POV

When I come to I feel two strong large hands wrap around my neck, lift me up high in the air and ram me against a wall. I claw at the hands and know instantly they're Peeta's when the wrapping falls from my eyes I see a blurry vision of Peeta, who is wearing a hospital gown, his face thin, dark baggy circles under his eyes and he's back to seventeen.

"Peeta?" I gasp. I feel my windpipe getting crushed to the point of where my breaths are coming out as short wheezes. I see President Snow standing behind him chuckling. "You know... I finally understand the meaning of your little song Miss. Everdeen." He looks into my eyes. "Where a dead man called out for his love to flee? Where a necklace of rope side by side with me? It makes complete sense." He snaps his fingers and Peeta lets me go and glares at me. President Snow stands over me.

"Little did you know my dear that Peeta is the dead man who called out for you to flee." He lifts up my chin. "You really should've listened to him." Then we are under a tree and I feel the noose around my neck tightly, sucking the life out of me. My boots dangle, my cries are mumbled, but I feel Peeta's lifeless hand in mine, and that's when my eyes snap open.

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I sit up gagging, gasping, screaming in the dark of a room and the door opens and a light turns on. I see Peeta, in his pajamas, hair disheveled, his blue eyes filled with fear as he rushes to me. He keeps me propped up. "Relax, Katniss? Listen to me! Deep breaths sweetheart."

My breathing goes back to normal, my body covered in sweat, left being only in shorts and my bra. "What happened?" "You went to bed after you heard about the whole president thing." "I can't do it Peeta, I'm not fit for it, I refuse to do it." He nods, stroking my hair. "Alright." I poke his chest. "You sure as hell aren't taking it either." He rests his forehead against mine. "I would never do that." I kiss his lips gently and sigh against his lips.

I'm lucky these are only nightmares, if these weren't my life would be a living hell. "What time is it?" "About three in the morning, I was just painting." "Nightmares too?" He nods a little. "Yeah but I'm fine." He says, shrugging it off. "Come on let's get some sleep-" "You couldn't get me to sleep if you wanted to." I grab a quilt and throw it at him. "Popcorn and home holograms?" He nods. "Sounds good." He gets up and takes my hand into his and we walk downstairs together. I ease my now cold body onto the couch while Peeta turns on a hologram and presses play. He sits down next to me and I rest my head against his shoulder sighing.

I see Willow in a cow costume for Halloween, something we are just starting up here in twelve. She waddles down the street as a toddler holding a candy bucket and she walks up Haymitch's steps, with the help of Peeta. "Say trick or treat Willow." Peeta says and she grins, a slobbery grin at that. Haymitch cackles and she giggles. "Treats!" She says, holding out her bucket. "Say please Willow." Peeta says laughing. "Treats! Now!" I can feel Peeta's smile as he watches. It skips to her and I playing in the backyard, making clover crowns and singing the valley song, ending with me gently kissing her nose.

The next goes to way before Peeta and I were married or had children. It's me and him dancing in the kitchen as we make dinner. I sigh. "I wish we would still do that." Peeta kisses my cheek. "We can if you want to." "Alright." I say softly, putting popcorn in his mouth and smile. Then it goes to our wedding day, a day that will never be forgotten. I grin and giggle as I watch us stumble over our vows. Somewhere in between these holograms we both fall asleep, nestled in our nests of blankets. When I wake up I feel two little bodies between us.