After the Rebellion

Part 4

Peeta. I love Peeta. I love him.
I close my eyes and I can imagine his touch, his smell. I can feel his warmth around me.
"Hello Katniss? Too many meds?"
"Shut up Haymitch"
"We are starting the meeting tomorrow at 10:00. Do not be late sweetie."
"Shut the fuck up, and get the fuck out pervert."
"How else was I supposed to tell you?"
"Notify Effie maybe?!?"
He slams the door cutting off my last word. Dammit. I was caught being girly. I know Haymitch won't say anything.
I am so tired so I just decide to lay in bed and stare at the ceiling.
It is super white and it reminds me of the hospitals I have spent lengthy time in.
The hospital. The color white. A memory of Prim stings my legs and I tense up. Forcing myself to lay in the fetal position.
I am shaking now. Right then I remember why Haymitch told me about the meeting so early. He wanted me to think about the final Hunger Games.
Aww yes. I know Peeta thinks it is wrong, but how will I ever get over Prim?
Now there are multiple thoughts about the final blood bath of the capital kids. Oh I know they are just kids, but the capital people need a taste of their own medicine. They need to feel the pain each family has felt when their child dies.
People shouldn't live their lives in fear. I am glad that soon life won't be lived in fear for anyone. Well I mean the kind of fear that, "I could be picked to be in the Hunger Games," kind of fear.
I lived through it for 16 years and I had to face the worst part of that fear which is actually being apart of that oh-so-terrible and nightmare giving thing.
I have good ideas for this battle field and I don't want to go loose them. Jumping out of bed, I slip on some shoes and go out the door to get a piece of paper and pen.
Walking down the hall, I am reminded of the time when I made a list of demands from Coin. Eww. I wrote, "I kill snow." In my crooked and sloppy handwriting. Well, I should have notified Coin that I added to that demand. It now reads, "I kill Snow and Coin. Plot twist."
I just noticed how nasty my thoughts have been lately, so I try to think of happy and nice things. Peeta. Freedom. The revenge from the districts. Shit. I am still awful after all that has happened.
Okay the list. I start by writing "suggestions" at the top of the piece of paper and then I draw a squiggly line underneath it.
"1." I write. "A ruined city. Specifically, the ruined capital after the war."
Ooh nice idea Katniss. I pinch myself trying to delete all the cruelness in my brain.
"2. Only small knives. No bows and arrows because we want to see a blood bath!"
"3. Barely any food and many animals so they are forced to kill more."
"4. Tell the kids to kill faster or else they will be there longer."
"5. All of the capitals evil creations shall be in there so they can see how wrong and stupid and disgusting the capital is."
I really think that this is the purpose of this last games. To show how cruel their capital is. To reverse the brainwash that has been done in their brains about how the capital is good. Which they were totally wrong on the first place.
Yawn. I am tired. I may as well get as much sleep as possible because I already know that I won't be sleeping in tomorrow.
With that last thought, I reach to the lamp and turn it off. I lay down and I am off.
"Deep in the Meadow. Under the willow. A bed of..."
Rue and Prim are singing while making bracelets. They are sitting together in my home in District 12. They are smiling, so I smile too. I turn to the table and eat from a bowl. All of a sudden, I feel heat and I smell burning. I turn to see Prim on fire. A second later, a spear comes from behind me and it enters Rue's chest. I turn to see Marvel. His shirt is bloody and there is an arrow in his chest from when I killed him.
"I did it once, I'll do it again." Marvel says this with an evil smirk. After that he drops to the ground, dead. I turn around to see that I am out side. There, in front of me, I see Rue and Prim laying there. They are dead, I can tell from their no movement. There are flowers surrounding them and all I can see is their faces and their hands. They are holding hands. I drop to my knees...
I wake up panting. I sit up super fast that my head hurts. I put my hands to my head and when the pain goes away, I open my eyes to see Peeta.
He is sitting at the edge of my bed and he has my list in his hands.
"A blood bath, huh."