The Hunger Games: A Change In Heart

chapter 26

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I open my eyes slowly. I was lying on something soft. Everything was so bright it hurts to open them.

"Katniss." An unfamiliar voice calls to me. I want to open my eyes and see who it was but it hurt.

"Katniss... look at me." The deep voice demanded.

"I can't! My eyes hurt! " I yell at this impatient person.

"Open your eyes. I promise it won't hurt honey." He mummers. I open my eyes slowly. I'm surprised when it doesn't hurt anymore. I look around. I was back home. But things looked different in my house. It was brighter and more open. It was if my house got a makeover. I was lying on a much nicer version of my couch. I wanted to know who was talking to me and then I see him. The man talking to me was dressed in a dirty mining outfit. His silver but familiar eyes, his stance, his hair all reminded me on my.... father.

"D-Dad?" I say running into his awaiting arms.

"Hey kido." He says with a laugh.

" I thought.... I thought you.. died in a mining accident! " I exclaim.

"No baby you were just dreaming. Everything is alright. Why don't you go find your mother and prim and tell them dinner is ready." He says. I was very confused by this point.

"But I wasn't dreaming....was I? I mean I volunteered for prim when she was reaped into the hunger games and Clove.... " I say. Was I dreaming? It felt so real.

"Katniss, don't be silly. You know that the Hunger Games was discontinued forty years ago. Were they teaching this to you in school today?" He asks.

"But it wasn't! I was in the hunger games! I volunteered and you died and mom didn't help us after you past and- " He cuts me off.

"I think you should just lie down again. You know what? I'll go get your mom and prim and you just lay on the couch and relax a bit." He walks me back over to the couch.

"But Cato and Marvel! and Clove! I volunteered for prim!" I say.

"I'm sure you did honey and I bet prim is very appreciative that you did that." He puts his hand on my forehead.

"Dad I'm not sick. It just felt so real."

"Dreams sometimes do and they we wake up and are back to reality. " He says. He kisses my head and goes off to find prim and mom. That cannot be a dream! It doesn't make any sense! I volunteered didn't I? Was I just dreaming. Did I just make that all up in my dream.... was I sick?