Real or not real?

[1]Never Going Away

I push and shove past the peacekeepers soon enough to find Prim standing with all the younger kids. I had to get her out of here, nothing was safe at this moment: well not at all actually. I'm hearing constant gun fires, enough to make me go deaf in my one ear just like in the games.

I grow closer to her, "PRIM! PRIM! OVER HERE!" I shout , realizing the terrifying tone in my voice.

"KATNISS," she shrieked. We both started crying only until a small parachute floated among Prim....

"PRIM! PLEASE COME BACK!" I jolted up from my sleep, realizing it was all a nightmare. Peeta immediately sat up and put his hand on my thigh. Nightmares torture you, making you see things you never requested to see. Things that damage your brain with images of horrifying things.

"Katniss," he says with heavy breaths in between, "oh my god, you scared me baby." He said, slowing down with his breathing. "You were moving so much in your sleep,"

"P-prim, I-i-i miss her, Peeta, so much," I say between sobs. Tears start streaming out of my eyes.

"Shhhh, " he says "prim is okay, it was only a dream."

I lean in to hug him and I start crying again in his t-shirt, which smelled like fresh baked bread, like the bakery.

"Katniss, Katniss, calm down, " he says gently, as if he were talking to a baby, crying for the love from his parents. Babies. Peeta has begged, and begged, and pleaded for a few years now, but every time, I told him not yet, almost feeling bad.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He says with a frown on his face.

"There's not much to talk about," i state. It was true, though.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Okay"

"Peeta, will you stay awake with me for a bit?"

"Of Course, that's what we do, protect each other." He said with a meaningful smile.

"Thank you Peeta," I say relieved at the thought I wasn't alone. I rest my head on his shoulder while he sifts his smooth fingers through my untamed, brown hair. "Prim's dead, real or not real?" I had to ask him this. He sighs and frowns once again.

"Real. Listen, Katniss, I'm sorry about your nightmare, but if you need anything, please come to me. I love you."

"I know, I love you too," I say, hugging him harder. That's what the games can do to you, they torture you with nightmares that never go away.