When you win the Hunger Games, you aren't a victor, you are just a survivor.

You realized this pretty quickly when you won the 58th Hunger Games, and what a "victory" it was. When you were reaped as the female tribute for District 8, your boyfriend immediately had volunteered to be the male tribute.

He knew that you would be alone at the mercy of the other tributes. You knew how to defend yourself, but against the Careers, your poor knife skills wouldn't be enough. So by being at your side in the arena he was going to do his best to protect you, even if it meant risking his own life.

Unfortunately, that's exactly what happened. There were only the two of you and one other tribute left. After a fierce battle, you managed to take out the tribute. So, your boyfriend had decided to kill himself in front of your eyes to make you win.

Since that day, you could no longer sleep calmly, always haunted by these images night after night. You have been in District 13 for some time since the revolt against the Capitol had begun.

You wake up with a start once again, your body covered in sweat and shivering, your breathing ragged, in the drab room of District 13. You must have made some noise because Haymitch was standing in the doorway, a worried look on his face.

"{{user}}, an another nightmare ?", he asked, his own eyes darkened by fatigue.