The Hunger Games Imagines [Requests Closed]

A Daydream Away [Katniss x Prim]

You're just a daydream away
I wouldn't know what to say if I had you
And I'll keep you a daydream away
Just watch from a safe place
So I never have to lose.
-All Time Low, A Daydream Away

"Buttercup?" I call out. "Where are you taking me?"

The cat just turned around and looked at me with her green eyes and meowed before turning back around and continuing to walk down the hallway.

I kept continued walking behind her until we came to a door and she stopped. "What is it?" I asked. "Do you want me to open it?"

She looked up at me then back at the door, which I guessed meant yes. I pushed open the wooden door. Inside was a field full of yellow flowers and the sky was blue and sunny. It was a place where you would think nothing bad could ever happen, where nothing could come and destroy you. Not even President Snow. There was a girl standing in the field, just looking out across the field. Suddenly, I hear a loud bang and look behind me and sigh in relief, finding out that it was just the door closing.

I look back and see that the girl is now looking at me. She has blue eyes and blonde hair. She's wearing a blue dress with a nurse's apron over top and is holding some of the yellow flowers in her hand. That's when I realize it's Prim. "Katniss?" She asks. "Is that you?"

"Yes. It's me," I answer back, running across the field to her. I wrap my arms around her, hugging her tightly.

After a while, we let go of each other and I step back to look at her. She looks the same, but I can tell that something's different. She actually looks genuinely happy. "What is this place?" I ask.

"It's Heaven."

"Heaven? It doesn't look like what I'd imagine Heaven to look like."

"Heaven can look like whatever you want it to look like."

Then, I understand. Prim always loved buttercups, so it would make sense that Heaven for her would have a field of buttercups.

"How is Buttercup?"

"We're actually getting along better now. She misses you a lot, though." I pause. "And I do too."

"I know," she looks like she's about to cry, but instead she just looks down and takes something out of a pocket in her apron. She puts it in my hand and I look at it. It's a buttercup, flattened down from being in her pocket for so long. I carefully raise it to my nose to smell it. It smells sweet and reminds me of how our original house in District 12 used to smell when Prim brought in buttercups to put in a vase for the kitchen. Not like the nothingness smell of our new home in the Victor's Village. Most of all, it smells like Prim.

I gently press the flower into my pocket and look up again to see Prim. She is fading away along with the rest of this world. "What's happening?"

"You're waking up," she says.

What? I can't be waking up. What if I never see her again?

As if sensing my distress, she says "Don't worry. You'll see me again in another dream.

Still, I panick and try to hold on to anything to keep me in this not real, but happy, world with her.

The world soon disappears, though and I am brought back to reality. I feel someone gently shaking my shoulder and open my eyes. Peeta.

"Katniss," he whispers. "It's noon."

I had completely forgotten. I had told him I would go hunting today and to wake me up at noon. I get out of bed and go downstairs and into the kitchen.

I take a cheese bun, butter it, and pour some milk. Peeta comes downstairs and sits down across from me at the table. "Any nightmares tonight?"

"No. A good dream, actually"

"Oh?" He sounded surprised, which he should be, since I rarely have good dreams anymore. "What was it about?"

"Prim, mostly. We were in a field of yellow flowers. Buttercups. We talked and Prim gave me a buttercup from her pocket. After that the dream faded away and I woke up."

"Check your pockets."

"Why?"

"Maybe the flower is still in there."

"I don't think the flower is going to be in there. It was from a dream, it can't just come to life."

"Just check," he insisted.

I gave in and put my hand into the pocket where I had put the flower and felt something soft and pulled it out. It was the buttercup. How had that even happened? It's not like the flower could have just went from the dream to real life. But it had, which was the odd part.

I got a vase from the cupboard, filled it with water, and went upstairs and into our bedroom. I put the flower into the vase and set it on the nightstand so I could see it every night.

After a few days, I had expected to have to throw it out because it would be withered, but it still looked as good as when Prim had first given it to me. I picked the flower up and smelt it. It still smelt the fresh bringing back memories of Prim, mother, Lady, and when Gale and I went out hunting every Sunday and sold our goods in the Hob. When we hadn't gotten into all of this just because Prim's name had gotten called in the Reaping and I had volunteered for her. If I hadn't volunteered, would Prim still be alive right now? No, probably not. So it was good that she was here as long as she was. And, if I hadn't volunteered, the games would still be going on right now. Innocent children would still be getting chosen to fight in a battle to the death entertainment. Yes, I decided. It was better this way.

I didn't even notice Peeta come into the room and sit on the bed beside me, or the tears that were now rolling down my cheeks. He wiped them away with his thumbs, but they just kept coming. Finally, he just settled on giving me gave me a hug, his strong arms wrapped around me. He didn't say anything, knowing me enough to know that I would be more comforted if he didn't.

When I had finished crying, he went downstairs and came up with a hot cup of peppermint tea. I took a small sip, the warmth of the tea instantly soothing and calming me.

We sat in silence and I realized something. If I hadn't volunteered, Peeta might not be here right now and Prim wouldn't be either, though Peeta would have tried to protect her. It would only be mother and I, which would just like it being only me, since she would probably be like she was when father died. Too sad to do anything but lay in bed facing the wall all day.

I would have lost everyone. At least, this way, I still had Peeta. Even though he wasn't the same as before the Capitol and still had flashbacks sometimes, I couldn't imagine life without him. "I love you," I whispered, not looking up at him.

I felt him hold my hand, running his thumb over my skin. "I love you, too."

At that moment, I knew that everything would be OK. Peeta and I would be together throughout everything. I knew how to help Peeta with his flashbacks, and he knew what to do to comfort me after a nightmare.

I lay back against him and closed my eyes, feeling him press a kiss to my forehead. At that moment, I knew that everything would be OK.