*Dream*
There was a small crib with a tiny baby in it. Two people stood over it with a smiles plastered on their faces. There was also another crib that was on the other side, but there was something different about it. It was a tan crib with a pine cone hanging over it. There was nobody paying attention to it. The window creaked and the to people looked up. It was Peeta and Katniss. They both looked at the door, like they were waiting for someone. They finally looked at the other crib. They frowned, then looked at the other baby. The tan crib had the name Cinna printed in large,black cursive letters and the other had Rose, but in navy blue. . The Cinna one was empty. Was he dead? Time passed in the dream, until kiatniss started to sing a song that I knew from somewhere. From her. "Are you, are you, coming to the tree,..." Out of nowhere, the door burst open and 2 peacekeepers and father burst into the room the peace keepers held back Peeta and Katniss. my father knelt down next to me. " ah, this must be rose mellark! Nice to meet you young one" I giggled and grabbed his thumb. He just smiled and picked me up. "NO NO!! LEAVE HER OUT OF THIS!!! Please!! Snow. anything!" She screamed, but he ignored her pleads and picked me up. With a twisted smirk he turned to the two struggling victors. "What's done is done, Katniss... Goodbye!" He shouted cheerfully like he had won the lottery. The time skipped over a year. It showed a white liquid in an IV packet on a table next to a little girl screaming in agony. The little girl was me. "They.....are terrible people. They killed and tortured many people. The people you love. " snow chuckled showing videos of any violence that peseta and katniss had possessed over the past games. The IV dripped and in an instant, the screams stopped and a soft murmur of sound left my lips. My obsidian hair mangled into a messy France braid in every direction and once icy blue eyes now pallid and drained from everything as another needle stabbed through my skin,leaving pain pulsing through every ounce of my fragile body. was pure torture for me, but for snow it wasn't. I was being hijacked, manipulated, and drained.
*end of dream*
