After the rebellion

Nightmares

*Katniss Pov*

"I am in a graveyard visiting Prim and my father, and that's when I smell blood and white roses, and look behind me...

 I see Snow. He has Peeta standing right next to him with an evil smile on his face making it look like he is about to charge right towards me. 

What did you do Snow. He did nothing I hear a voice say. I look behind me and I see Prim coming out of her grave with burned skin from the bomb. 

Look what you did to both of us you mutt. Says Peeta.  He slaps me hard against the face and the blood rushes to my cheeks. Prim punches me in the stomach causing me to fall to my knees. 

I should have lived. Prim says. You mutt, you ruined my life killed so many people including my family, and you left me to die in the arena. Says Peeta. 

They both slowly beat me with their bare hands. I have blood running down from my nose and a bloody lip. I'm sorry. I say. 

Oh Mrs. Everdeen I thought we agreed never to lie to each other, you are not sorry. He says. 

Peeta grabs my neck with both hands and lifts me up by the thought and throws me into an empty grave. 

They both pour dirt on me and I hear snow laughing I am screaming so loud hoping someone will help me, no one comes. "

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I wake up and let out a blood curdling scream that echoes through the whole village. I am shaking violently with tears running down my face. 

I take shaky breaths while gasping for air. 

"Shh Katniss its alright". He says while running his hands through my hair. 

"It's not real he says."  "I'm sorry".  I say while tears spill out of my eyes. 

"You have nothing to be sorry for Katniss." 

 "I do though... I killed Finnick, Mags, Cinna, the whole district 12, an-." "Stop it he says putting his finger to my lips. None of that is your fault it is Snows he is the one who caused everything. "

"We are safe now, and the people who are no longer here left because they sacrificed their lives so everyone could live a peaceful life with no games or war."

I let the tears go down my cheeks and I don't say a word, and Peeta scoops me up into his lap and I cry into his t shirt .

He moves his thumb up and down my arm which calms me down a little bit.

After about 20 minutes of calming down he tells me to go wash the tears off my face to feel better. 

I walk to the sink and let the cold water rinse down my face. 

I hold a towel to my face to dry my wet skin and hold it to my face not wanting to face the horrible nightmares that invade my sleep. 

I go back to bed to Peeta waiting for me and read the clock that says. 

1:38 PM. 

"Katniss you have to get some sleep if you have another nightmare I promise I will be right here." "I can't Peeta I cannot keep myself sane with these nightmares."

"These are the biggest reason I starve and cut myself, because of what people tell me or do to me in them. I cannot go on like this." I say. 

"Katniss, I know it is hard but it takes time to mend ourselves, and we have been through far too much. "

"It takes time." He says. 

"Do you ever have nightmares Peeta?" I ask. 

"Yes I do." He says. 

"How come I never know?"

"I just never really scream or move around I just wake up and all the things I saw in the nightmare are practically engraved in my brain." "Oh". I say. 

"Now Katniss you must get some sleep". He says. 

I lay down on his chest and I listen to his heartbeat that was once not beating in the quarter quell. 

I slowly close my eyes afraid of the terrors that might come.

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*Peeta Pov* 

I know Katniss is having a hard time, and I cannot believe that she would have to face the nightmares that haunt her sleep all alone. 

I have nightmares, but Katniss's are different she tells me hers are very vivid and brings up horrible things that she feels terrible about. 

I keep thinking of what Haymitch said to me this evening, and how I need to be Katniss's reason to live. 

I don't know how he kept her here that long, but I am thankful. 

Katniss has always been my reason to keep going, like when we were in the games. She always kept me alive and now it is my turn to keep her alive. 

She starts shaking violentley and letting out little mumbles. She then screams so loud that it echoes through our house. 

"Katniss not real." I say. "It's just a dream."

Her eyes stay sealed shut and do not open she is thrashing around in the bed while tears fall down her face and she screams "Please don't."

My poor girl she will never be the same girl I knew who's hand shot up to sing the valley song, she'll never be the girl in the red dress and the two braids instead of one. 

She finally wakes up crying and I hold her in my arms while neither of us say a word. She cry's into my shirt and I mumble sweet nothing's into her ears.