I wake up screaming. Her arms wrap around me and I bury my face in her neck.
Images whirl around in my mind. The Reaping. The Seventy-Fourth Hunger Games. The Quarter Quell. The war. The Mockingjay. The bombs. The dead.
I cry hysterically into her shoulder before she pulls me away by the shoulders and looks me dead in the eye.
"It's okay. It was just a nightmare. It was just a dream. It's your first year. They're not going to pick you. It was just a dream, Prim." Katniss soothes, brushing her fingers over my braids.
It was just a dream. It wasn't real. None of it was.
