It's Real, little duck

Book of Memories

Katniss' POV

The air felt soft against my skin, but my lungs seemed about to break. I didn't know that I was so untrained by all the days in my rocking chair. I had only been out for a couple of hours, mostly walking and I shouldn't have felt this exhausted as I got closer to Victors Village. My surroundings changed as I stepped inside the door to my house. I put my jacket on one of the many empty hangers (since I was the only one who lived here) and the bow and arrows in a stand. I slowly paced over to the kitchen and pluck the feathers of the two birds that I had shot in the woods. Halfway done, I leave the birds in the fridge and collapse on the couch. Even though it was just around noon I fell asleep immediately. The only thing I shouldn't allow myself to do, as the bad dreams immediately took my consciousness under control, forcing me into the lands of pain and misery.

To start with, the dreams weren't really nightmares. Neither were they rainbows and unicorns. I was walking through the woods, but they didn't seem to be my the woods in district twelve. It was dark and mystically empty. It was like if something was missing. I tried to find it but I didn't know what it is that I search for. I didn't remember what I missed.

Then all of sudden the dream changed and I was not alone anymore. There was a little girl beside me, maybe eight or nine years old and blond. She somehow reminded me of someone that I couldn't put my finger on who it was. We both stood on top of a cornucopia, like the one of Peeta's and my first game, but it was bronze and not golden. Below the cornucopia, I saw two beastlike wolf mutts. They looked almost exactly like the ones we fought in the games, but those wolfs are just a bit smaller. One of them has blonde fur(there was no other way to describe the color) and blue eyes that in no way could have been a wolf's. The other one is brown with chocolate eyes. In my heart, I knew it had to be Prim and Rue. The both of them were trying to get me and the blonde child, who was now crying in fear. If I wouldn't have done anything they would have killed us. So I had to choose, me and the fear-struck girl or Prim and Rue. I found myself with the bow strung in less than a second. I aimed and shot. 

I woke up gasping and screaming as I saw my arrow get deeper and deeper into Prim's body, now in her real, human shape. I killed her, I killed my little duck.

I couldn't seem to get enough air as I tried to get any sense of the dreams. To my surprise, the first dream feels almost as scary as the second one. Now, conscious, I knew what I had searched for in the first dream was people. Prim, my father, Cinna, Boggs, Rue, Finnick as well as everyone else that was lost in all of this. The war, the games. Now none of them are alive. I cried where I lay on the couch. Trying to apologize to those who were dead. In the dream, I had forgotten them all, even Prim. I couldn't allow myself to do so again. I couldn't allow anyone to forget.

I looked over at the clock. 5:30 P.M. Either I slept way longer, or I spent more time in the woods than I thought. I stood up and walked over to the kitchen to get an apple. I bite and feel the sour and sweet fruit juice in my mouth. A small satisfied smile crept up on my face, despite the hopelessness in my soul. I went back to the living space where I found my bow and father's hunting jacket, the day of a certain boy's return and started to look around, tried to find something, without any goal of what that would be. But then I found what I didn't know I searched for. The plant book my family had had for ages. I browsed through the pages, all the information that we almost had forgotten but remember now by this book. Yes, that was it. A book to remember. Exactly what I needed to do for all who had been lost. I had to write about them.

In the middle of thoughts, I heard two knocks on the door before it flew open. Greasy Sae stepped inside. She didn't mind the privacy of mine and it was normal for her to step right in. 

"Hi there girly. Feelin' alright?" I considered her question for a minute. I felt upset about the dream but was beginning to feel better after the brain storming for my book.

"I'm okay, thanks, Sae. You?"

"Good, good..., she muttered."

She walked over to the kitchen and I followed her like a pup. I didn't have anything to do anyway. As she turned the stove to medium heat, I sat down on one of the high chairs beside the counter. The stew she was making took a while and we talked about hunting and game to pass the time. She poured the stew in a bowl-like plate together with some rice. She hands me the bowl and command:

"Eat." I did as she wished.

A/N

Hey guys! So this was the first chapter! I really hope you'll read it and like it, but I'll go on posting more anyway just because I love to write this! I would be soo happy if you commented, shared and liked my story.

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