𝕎𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕎𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 | 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫 [Hunger Games]

Nightmares & Tickles

↳ NINE ↵

No Victor could avoid the nightmares.

Pale hair invaded my sight, and I began to feel the lack of blood flow in my fingers from my position grappling the bars. Squeezing my eyes tighter, to ignore the sound of my heartbeat thrumming in my ears, I finally opened them to try and see where I was.

I gasped looking at the smiling corpse of Velvet. I began to try and move away from her partially melted body but realized that my hands were trapped, I looked up to see Wick's dead body holding them in his hands with a vice-like grip, "You killed me, 

I began whimpering as Velvet walked closer to me tauntingly blaming me for Wick's death. I began to shake my head, wishing I could cover my ear to block the noise.

"You killed him just like you killed me," Velvet spat.

I looked up at her horrified, "I didn't. I'm sorry," I cried out trying to move away from the knife in her hand that was inches from myself.

"But you did," Velvet smiled as she looked at my tortured expression, "Trying to hide the smile on your face as you watched me burn. Isn't that what you wanted? To convince us all to sacrifice ourselves with your little act," Velvet gritted out of her half-seared face, the burnt skin peeled and blacked. Her anger melts into an evil smirk as she looks at someone behind me, "She's all yours."

I whip around, my dark hair invading my sight before it falls for me to see President Snow with a kind grin on his face as he holds out a hand for me. I reach to grab it, thinking he was trying to help me but, I quickly realize I am wrong.

"I'll deal with her later," Snow says before coughing into his hand. He pulls away to reveal a small white rose in his palm, it appeared a bit wilted from having been in his body. He smirks at me, his teeth bloody, "But she did kill you after all."

I look at Velvet in horror, watching her wipe the blood off her blade, "It's only fair."

Before I can understand what she meant, she springs at me with the knife aiming for my throat.

The wail that escaped my lips was knocked out of me when my sweaty body lurched forward. I put my hand on my chest feeling my frantic heartbeat while I used the other to run my fingers through my brown curls.

"Rosie."

I jumped up, looking at Finnick's dark figure sitting near me in my bed.

I worked to calm my breathing, running my fingers through my silky curls.

"It was just a dream," I continue to run my fingers through my hair to calm myself, forcing myself not to cry. I feel myself pulling strands of hair out as I do so but cant seems to stop. The pain makes me feel grounded as if I can exist.