A/N: I originally tried typing this on my laptop, since that's where all of my angst stories come from, but it shut down without me saving it so now I'm writing on the computer. So, I had this sudden urge to write a Hunger Games Angst, which is really easy, considering all the mishaps in it. Anyway, here ya go:

Katniss bolted awake, shrieking from the nightmare that has been plaguing her for the last few weeks. It was always the same: Rue, Finnick, Boggs, Leeg 1 and 2, everybody that dies, even Coin, running, laughing, smiling, talking, all alive and well. But just when Katniss relaxes and joins them in their celebrating, they grab her, still smiling and laughing, and do to her what has been done to them; impaled by a spear, beheaded by a mutt, blown to bits by a mine, shot, torn to pieces – everything. All while laughing, smiling, dancing, as if it were a national holiday. Then one of them would come up close to what's left of her face, smirk, and whisper, "Killed in the ides of March. How appropriate for a mutt like you."

Then she would wake up screaming.

Even though she knew that she was the one who actually deserved to die in all those horrible ways, she still shrieked out of fear. She knew that she would take their places without hesitation, without regret, without guilt, though she could not abandon fear, no matter how hard she tried. It tore her to know that. Every single one of them took what they knew had to be done to them to save her – but she was afraid to do the same.

She deserved it, she knew. But no matter how hard she tried, she still found the will to live.

A/N: I-I'm sorry that it's so horrible TT^TT. This story makes no sense at all!~ I just had the urge to write something short… Well, including the ANs, it's a bit more than 300 words. Guess I succeeded. So, I tried to come up with some sort of nightmare that might be scary, but it's not nearly as good as I wanted it to be. Oh, and the ides of March thing is a reference to Julias Ceaser, or however you spell that weirdo's name. I thought it might be good, but… Oh well. Review, because I love reviews. They help me survive. See that button down there? That one? Yeah. PRESS IT. Here, I'll show you:

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