Just being in 13 was blowing my mind away. I was still in shock that there was a complete District underground, everything compact and tight together, making me think of how these people survived in the years and years of no communication with others. I did fear about my real home, District 8, and what happened to it. Was there even a single building still up? It would be in ruins by now, and I would never be able to go back.

I tried to get better, I really did. But it was hard for me since everything brought me back to the Games. All of the memories, the screams of those I lost filling my ears, and seeing the flashes of blood across my sight at random times. The doctors told me I had PTSD: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I was quiet, I was sensitive to holding my hand or talking to me, and I would never sleep. Everything for me was in mass chaos, and I felt like I was dreaming. I wanted to wake up and be back in my bed at Victor's Village in District 8, to go back to my Victor life and be safe….or somewhat safe. But not, this was no dream.

This was real.

I wasn't the only one suffering. Katniss was trying to figure out what happened to Peeta, and she was trying to wrap her head around the fact that she was the new Mockingjay. The face of the revolution, the new hope for all of Panem. If only she was on board with it, since I could see it was slowly killing her. Finnick was still recovering himself, being more secluded and less charming. Although he did have Annie, and they never left each's others side. Beetee was off working at the weapons department, having me somewhat glad he was getting his mind to work on other things.

I needed to get away from time to time, wanting to see some nature and breathe in something that wasn't a fume. Thanks to Beetee, there was a simulation room that resembled a open field of grass, having me see that it looked so real. After getting special permission for about 2 hours a day, I got access to the room, having the room look like a peaceful forest with trees overhead and shielding me from the sun that felt so real on my pale damaged skin. I wouldn't do anything, just sit under the trees on a blanket, sometimes I would sleep, and other times I would only sit and think. Oliver stood outside the room, monitoring me ad making sure I had my two full hours of peace and quiet.

Sometimes I dreamed of when I was a little girl, playing with Sampson again and my father out in the small park District 8 had. It was nice, those dreams. I had no pain, no nightmares or memories, nothing making me cry or scream. I was in heaven in those dreams, playing with my twin and my father and hearing them laugh. It was when I woke up I cried, knowing it was just a dream.

Oliver protected me from those who were pushing to talk to me. Mostly, President Coin, the ruling commander of District 13. She was a fierce woman, wanting to talk to me about what happened and wanting to recruit me to help out with the Mockingjay scenario. But I was too lost in my own mind for days, and Oliver wanted to help me. Both Oliver and my father fiercely defend me from her and others.

"She's not ready yet. You're not gonna talk to her!" I would hear Oliver say aloud to them with venom in his voice. My heart broke for him, knowing it was killing him seeing me in pain. But he would hold me at night, already there when I woke up from nightmares, and hushing me back to sleep. I loved him more and more, day by day, since he was my ray of light in darkness.

The PTSD slowly melted away, and I wad getting better and better day by day. I was starting to talk to people at my table, when I was allowed out in the public and with the regular citizens. I would get stares, and murmurs behind my back. I knew they were talking about my sanity, but the few people whom would never talk about that were always at my table. Finnick, Oliver, Katniss, her childhood friend Gale, and Annie. We were our own little family, our own unit and nothing else seemed better.

I started making clothes again, but I was very simple and basic. No more dress making for me, well, nothing too extravagant. I was making basic dresses, and I would wear them around the hospital since I wasn't allowed to live anywhere else until I was stable in the eyes of the doctors. I was slowly coming back to reality, with the help of my dear friends and family.

Oliver was sitting on my bed one night as I was at the small compact window that I had in the room. I was holding Sampson's mockingly necklace in my hand, having me wear the other one after the doctors gave it back to me. They confiscated the ones I had since I was too unstable and they thought I was going to kill myself, but I got back on their good graces. I had my own stash of things in a small drawer in my room, which held os many memories of the Games. Two slingshots, the poison dart tube, the empty container that had the thread and needles, one spare backpack, and Oliver's Ring. I had to hide it from the officials in case they would take it from me, and thankfully it was still safe in my drawer. In fact, I took it out and held it in my hands with the necklace, thinking of the time when I got it and how confused and shocked I was.

"What are you thinking about?" Oliver asked me in a casual tone from my bed, flicking through a book that he was reading at the moment. I smiled, my back to him and seeing the run glisten from the light. I slowly placed the ring on my left ring finger, feeling the cool metal against my frail skin and I looked up and out the window.

"That I wanna marry you." I replied to him in a light tone, hearing nothing from him. I turned around, seeing him place the book on the bed and look at me with a small grin on his face. It was true, I wanted to marry him, since he was a constant light in my darkness. I loved him, if there was a word that was more powerful than love, I would use it. He helped me come back to the land of the living, and I felt as though I could never repay him. He got up, walking over to me and wrapped his arms around me. It was like we were back in my apartment once more, just the two of us and nothing else in the world.

"Then let's get married." he said in a serious tone, having me smirk up at him. I thought he was kidding, but seeing his eyes and feeling his hold on me, he wasn't joking.

"We will." I reminded him, seeing him shake his head against mine.

"No, I mean let's do it…right now." He said to me, having me look at him with confusion. I ran some of my fingers in his hair as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"At this moment, right now?" I asked in a joking tone.

"Why not? I don't wanna wait, and I doubt you wanna wait either. We don't need much, Willow. Hell, I would be fine if it was just the two of us and an officer." He explained to me.

"Don't joke about this!" I said to him, playfully smacking him in the arm.

"Who said I was joking?" He asked me, having me give him a shocked look.

"Oh come on." I said as he pulled away and jogged to the door, "Don't you think this is a little bit crazy, and not normal."

"Since when were we ever normal, Willow? I want to give you everything you ever deserved." Oliver explained as he opened the door and peered down the hallway. This was insane, even for him. I sighed and walked over, wrapping my arms around him once more to bring him back to reality.

"You think you can give me anything to have me fall in love with you." I said in a joking tone, having him look down at me with a smile, "But I don't need anything from you. The only thing I would need is you and you alone. I don't want fancy, or extravagant, just you." I kissed him squarely on the mouth, feeling him wrap his arms around my waist. I pulled away from him and rested my head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat and smiling in content.

"Are you saying you don't want to marry me at this very moment?" He asked me in a curious tone. I grinned against his chest, feeling him spread his hand against my new skinned back.

"I want to marry you at this very moment, Oli. But not without our friends, you know that." I said to him, looking up at him and seeing him smile at me. He then kissed my head in a loving manner, having me feel the smile against my head.

"Leave that to me."

3 hours later, along with help from Katniss, Finnick, Gale, my father and Beetee, Oliver and I were married in the cafeteria in front of anyone who was awake at that hour. I was wearing a white dress that was open in the back, but the straps and the outline of the back had flower patterns to it, making me look like a hippie child. I made it within an hour, a personal record of mine, with some help from Katniss.

Finnick was the best man as my father walked me down the aisle of the cafeteria, the twenty people that were there smiled and cried as I stood in front of Oliver. He wore a white shirt, tan pants with red suspenders and no shoes. I had no shoes myself as my hair was braided by Katniss straight down the back, having me feel more human and less Victor. One of the commanding officers conducted the ceremony, as the kitchen staff whipped together a small but delicious cake.

Beetee was with Katniss and Gale in the audience as I slipped the ring on Oliver's finger, seeing tears form on my face as he kissed me. We were husband and wife, we were happy for once, and I loved him more and more. There was cheering and tears from the crowd as we danced int he cafeteria for the rest of the night, me being able to forget the pain in my heart. I wished my brother was alive to see me married, but he was watching with my mother and Mags. They were watching and blessing the marriage. I was happy, dancing with my father and Oliver. Everything was peaceful in the world of District 13. I was now Willow Trenton Watson, a happily married wife to another Victor and a survivor or two Hunger Games.

Who knew what the future held for me.

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