Aloe Mellark: The Hunger Games Epilogue

Chapter 5:

I'm standing in a beautiful open space. The sun is shining, birds chirping, and it smells like flowers and fresh air. I'm taken aback at the scene. Its so pretty. I look around and see there are 23 children surrounding me and each are standing on a pedistal, and are staring at the huge horn looking thing in front of me. It looks like a cornucopia. Like the ones we use at Thanksgiving. What is going on? I look directly across from me and see Rye. A loud voice says above me, "Let the 77th Hunger Games begin!" A cannon echos throughout the beautiful field.  The 77th Hunger Games? But.... how? I look around and see the red headed girl sprinting towards the cornucopia. I turn to the left and see everyone is either at the cornucopia or is on the way. I try desperately to find Rye but I run smack into another girl. She looks very familiar: Her skin is dark, her hair is brown like mine and in ringlets over her shoulder. Paylor? She pulls out a knife and swipes at me but I knock the knife away. She looks mad as she scurries to collect her weapon.
"Your going to pay for that 12!" She growls through clenched teeth. I stand and sprint to the south, or at least that's what I think. I see Rye waiting for me in a tree. How'd he get up there? I run up to the tree and tell him to get down. He listens and jumps down.
"I love you, Ally." He whispers, a tear sliding down his face. I kneel down and give him a hug. As I take a breath in, I catch the smell of dad's bread. I open my eyes just as the brown haired girl sprints towards us. I don't have time to move Rye out of the way when she throws her knife blade and it buries itself in my little brothers abdominal region.

I watch as she clumps down to the ground in a giant heap. I wrap my arms around my brothers slender build and slowly lower him to the ground

I have enough time to say "I love you too"  before his eyes close and his chest isn't moving. I am crying and screaming his name. I hug his head and rock back and forth as his body lies limp in my lap.
I wake with tears in my eyes. The games haven't even happened yet and I'm already dreaming of my loved ones dying! I recall the dream and feel more tears escape my eyes.
Then I wonder if this is what happens to my mom. Does she have dreams of loosing me or Rye? Or even dad? I sit up and wipe the tears away.
Pulling my knees to my chest, I try and quiet myself down before I wake someone. I remember having nightmares as a kid, and my mom would tell my to grab my pink teddy bear, take a deep breath, and tell myself it's just a dream. It always worked too. So in a depserate attempt, I do what my mom told me to do. I grab my teddy bear, lie down again, take a deep breath and close my eyes.
It's not real. Just a dream. Not real.