The Story Continues (Mockingjay Fanfiction-Sequel)

All Alone

Dedication ^^^ for being the first to comment on my book even before it started :)

<3 awesome fans

This is my first attempt at Hunger Games fanfiction. 

Sorry if it's amateur; please leave constructive criticism. Some information could be incorrect..

All characters belong to Suzanne Collins.

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I'm dying.

In my dreams, they return again and again. The horrors of the games. The ruins of the districts. The mutants tearing Finnick's beautiful body apart. And most of all...

Prim.

Again and again I envision the helicopter dropping the bomb that ended her life. The vision is like living hell repeated forever and ever, until I awake. I usually do, to screaming and sweatiness. These times, there is no Peeta. No one is there to­­­ comfort me except my cold hard bed. Maybe occasionally Buttercup. But mostly, no one is there for me.

I look out at the weather. Too rainy for a hunting day. Another day inside my head, hiding from the torturous world. Dr. Aurelius tells me to repeat what I know to myself every day, so I begin with that.

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am 18 years old. District 12 used to be my home. i returned. The District is now in ruins. I was in the Hunger Games. Twice. I escaped. Twice. The Capitol hated me, but they are no more. I sparked and survived the rebellion. Many lives were lost. Peeta hates me. It is best if he hates me....

This last part stops me for a second, because I know it will never be true. Peeta will love me until the world ends, which surprisingly hasn't. I try to ignore this fact but it has been nagging in the back of my brain for several weeks.

Sometimes I just freeze up. There is no reason for this, though Dr. Aurelius tries to figure it out. Sometimes, it's too much for me to handle. Sometimes, I need the safety of my mind.

I think about turning on the TV. Once I do, I realize it's a bad idea.

All the news is burning decay of what's left, with bodies piled in heaps. Debris is scattered throughout the plains, stretching as far as the eye can see. As soon as I can I switch off the TV and fall into an oblivion of darkness.

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When I wake up, there are blankets around me and a cozy fire by my side. I try to call out, but my voice is hoarse from many weeks of disuse. Suddenly I am confused. Has it been a month? A year? A few weeks?

No wonder I don't know. After all I've been through time is surely the last thing on my mind, but I still look at the calendar on the bedside of the couch I am lying on.

May 8.

The name rings a bell somewhere in my head. I try to grasp it but the date runs away from me. I sigh and stare out the window.

Today is a good hunting day. The leaves are wet with dew and rain, and the deer are coming out to eat. Perfect.

I start to grasp my hunting bow but then I realize; today seems much more silent. Then it happens.

Someone jumps from behind me and latches onto my eyes so I can't see anything. The arms are strong and resist my urgent struggling. I know these arms must only be one. But it's impossible. Why is he here? Why is he not in District 2?

The kidnapper releases the grip on my eyes and I am suddenly blinded by the light. I remember this place.

The scent of strawberries is just a wisp in the air. Beautiful flowers are in the position to bloom. Water clings onto the luscious grapes that hang from the branch above me. The air feels of springtime, but I am only paying attention to one thing. And that person is standing right in front of me, with a big grin on his face.

I see the olive skin and Seam eyes of my former best friend, Gale.

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Cliffhanger mwahaha. I love these things, don't you?

Well this took me a long time to write, so comment, fan, and VERY PRETTY PLEASE VOTE!

~Ian the Harding