Anonymous: KATNISS&PEETA |
The nightmares never ceased.
Long after the Capitol fell and the arenas were demolished and a new government rose from the ashes to make something of what remained of Panem, Katniss still and would always suffer at the hands of her memories. They took what little peace she could find in life and strangled it, burned it, shredded it before her in twisted dreams broken only by her shrieking and Peeta’s hands clutching her shoulders. Her eyelids were projection screens for all of their faces; her mother, Prim, Cinna, Gale, and Peeta - always Peeta - being mangled and torn by mutts or tortured on live TV or stung to death by tracker jackers all while she just had to sit there and watch.
Peeta would shake her awake, wipe the cooling beads of sweat from her brow before kissing it, and she would cling to him like a buoy. He would mumble real words into her ear, touch her with his real hands, and bring her back into this real world. This better one.
The nightmares never stopped, but Peeta never let Katniss sleep alone.