Never written Hunger Games fanfiction before. Good God, this is actually the most angsty thing I've ever written... So yeah, I'm not exactly sure whether Katniss blames herself, but I thought I'd give this a go anyway and use a little creative license. Inspired by that beautiful song by Keane – Bad dream. Enjoy! ^_^

Bad dream

- Where do we go?

I don't even know. -

Prim... and there she is. In my dreams I can hardly escape. Of course, it's hard enough to escape in a the cold, harsh reality of life.

I reach for her hand; it's clammy, cold and I it feels as though it might break the second I let go.

She's screaming...

Oh God, why won't she stop screaming?

Please...

I beg for it to stop. I beg for that blissful silence that lays upon avoidance and ignorance. To know there was nothing I could have done to save her.

And suddenly I'm with Beetee and Gale; the bomb.

That bomb that caused the end of my world. Why didn't I stop them?

It's my fault.

My screams join hers, mingling in the never-ending darkness until fire consumes us both.

Until there is nothing. Nothing but the pain and I lie in the pitch black room and wonder where she is now.

Where do we go? I pray it's the opposite of where she's been forced to linger these past thirteen years.

I'll never know. It's life's unanswered question because those who could answer are already gone . . . like Prim.

I'm sorry...

It torments me as each night I dream of it. I see myself run faster, catch on sooner, premeditate what Coin would do.

But it's no use. It always ends the same.

One night the screaming stops.

It's not your fault.

But it is.

It is and my mind won't let me forget it.

It's just a bad dream, Katniss.

Or so Peeta says.

But I don't see things the way he does. There's no shiny mask differentiating reality from a dream. It feels too life-like and so I fail to let it go.

Night after night it goes on, but my endurance slowly fails. Finally, I try to force myself to believe her as we fall through the flames and she promises me there was nothing I could have done.

I won't accept it.

But in the harsh-light of the day, true or not, things are clearer and slowly my mind lets me forget my guilt and the horrors of my dream world.

And when I don't believe at night, Prim is there to reassure me.

She never tells me where she went though, the day she died.

Perhaps it's just a dream?

But I let myself believe it's more than that for my sanity's sake.

Dream or not...

...at least it's not a nightmare any more.