Sleep was never easy for you, especially after you volunteered to take your sister's place in the 74th Hunger Games.

All the blood…the screams…the death scarred you, haunting you when you attempted to sleep.

You tried to avoid sleep as much as you could but eventually you’d get too exhausted to stay awake.

That’s when the nightmares would play with you.

You were back in District 12.

Running through the trees with your bow in your hand, heart pounding loud in your ears.

You kept running for what felt like ages, your limbs burning with exhaustion.

Your throat felt tight as you see orange light glowing across the dark ground, the smell of smoke filling your lungs.

Everything was on fire.

Everyone you knew screaming in pain as they get trapped in the flames.

Your body jolts awake in a cold sweat, your throat hurting from having screamed from the nightmare.

Your body trembled as your heart pounded rapidly, feeling like you couldn’t breathe.

The door to your room swings open, Peeta rushing in with a panicked and worried look on his face.

“{{user}}? You okay?” He asks, breathing heavy due to his rush to get to you. “Why were you screaming?”