The Mockingjay Returns

Nightmares. That's all I think about before I go to bed, wondering if it will be worse than the night before. Prim, beautiful Prim, my sister who died in the Capitol by a bomb, images flash through my mind as I relive the events that happened. One minute I'm seeing Prim trying to help Capitol refugees and the next everything explodes and there is nothing left of her, I cry thinking of what happened and that's when I realise I have sat here for 20 minutes thinking about the nightmares I have every night, I reach for the pearl that Peeta gave to me in the arena and rub it along my fingers thinking of the train journeys about how he made the nightmares go away. I fall asleep and my last thought is how tomorrow I'm going home. To District 12, the only place I truly belong.

I wake up screaming. I look at the clock 06:00am, may as well stay up now. I have until 9am before my final session with Dr Aurelius and then after I can finally leave District 13 and return home. I sit up and try to think of ways to fill my day, hunting sounds good right now its the only place where I can fully process my thoughts and escape the mess I have caused around me. Since Dr Aurelius deemed me fit to hunt last week this is my first opportunity to breath the air of the woods. I get dressed and grab my fathers hunting jacket. I slip on my boots and walk out my room, this place seems to get more empty everyday, I guess after the Capitol was over-through more people seem to be returning to their homes in their own District. As I'm walking thought the hallways I see people staring at me, they probably hate me for what I have done. I pass Plutarch on the way, "Hi" is all I can say, he stops me "Katniss we need to talk" his tone is so serious I wonder what he wants. Plutarch continues "The boy is making progress." This sounds like good news but why is he saying it in such an ill manner. "He's in the Capitol." I wait for him to continue but he doesn't, he just sits there staring at me as if there is something else to say, "What?" I spit at him, "The doctor says he might not recover fully, President Snow injected him with so much venom it's impossible to get rid off." that's when I run towards the door, Peeta might never be the same. I hear the shouts of Plutarch as I run towards the woods, I open the door and run as fast as I can. 

When I reach the woods, I immediately think of the time Peeta threw me bread just after my father died in the mining accident, I think of the boy with the bread in both games how we had both had grown since the 74th Hunger Games, became puppets of the Capitol. The hate I have for Snow right now by damaging the only person that could get me through nightmares and my friend that helped me get through 2 Hunger Games. I now know what I have to do. I have to go home.