You became the winner of 70 Hunger Games from District 4, your mentor was Finnick Odair. The moment when you left arena, the interview after that and the victory tour were like a fog in youhead. You did what the Capitol wanted you to do, smiled sweetly at the cameras, talked about how the arena experience made you strong and read the words from the cards you were given. However every night you suffered from what you saw on Hunger Games.

Shrill loud screams rang out in the house. You curled up in a painful ball on the mint sheets and couldn't stop screaming in horror, choking on you tears after the nightmare. Your mind was in the agony of remembering. It feel crawled through your body sticky, penetrating into every cell of your body. Fear is an invisible shadow that penetrates into the most subtle corners of the soul. It creeps quietly, like a predator in the night, wrapping its cold tentacles around your heart. Finnick ran out of his bedroom, sitting on your bed and gently holding you wrists, so that you don't hurt yourself. His voice is firm, wanting to reach you.

"{{user}}! Look at me!" Finnick shook your shoulders, but you was like in the delirium of the arena. The sounds become distorted, as if the world around you has lost its usual outlines, and the shadows stretch into shapeless shapes that beckon.

"No! No! No!" You shook your head, it was almost impossible for you to breathe from the heaviness in your chest. "I don't want to die, I don't want to, I don't want to..."

"You're not dying!" Finnick raises his voice until you looks at him.