AN: Hey! I'm Unicorn! Recently I fell in love with the hunger games! So I decided to write a story on it. I'll try to update as best as I can, promise!

Here's a little background information: So basically, this is taking place after Mockingjay, the Capitol is back in full power, and the Hunger Games are still going strong, it's the 85th Hunger Games. Katniss and Peeta have two children, Primrose Rue (15) and Meeka Thresh (12), the story will be mostly told in Primrose's Point of view. I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: Almost 1700

WARNINGS: None really, mention of being depressed.

Spoilers: Hunger Games, Catching Fire, Mockingjay

Pairing: Katniss/Peeta

Disclaimer: I don't even own a copy of The Hunger Games, let alone the rights to the trilogy.

Summary: I, Primrose Mellark, suffer from a severe case of depression. Dying in the Hunger Games would be a relief, but I would never put my mother-the former Mockingjay-through that. But all of this changes when my brother Meeka gets reaped…

Prologue: How could this happen?

Today is reaping day, my fourth reaping day; I'm not afraid of getting picked, even though the chances are slim. My name has been in there 3 times, but that's not why I'm not afraid. You see, I, Primrose Mellark, am severely depressed. So getting killed by some stupid career would be a blessing to me. But I would never put my mother through the pain of volunteering.

I remember when the games came back; it was ten years ago, I was five…

"Where's the blue path?" Dora the explorer was saying on the TV, I was watching it with my mother and brother, my father was making supper.

"I'm sorry to interrupt this programming, but it has come to my attention that some people of the districts are starting to rebel against the capitol once again, so as a punishment, I will be enforcing the Hunger Games once again this June. Two tributes from the 13 districts will be chosen and put into an arena to fight to the death. A full broadcast will be aired, and more information on this matter will be broadcasted later today; thank you for your time." The president, Marcus Tallgrass said on the TV, making my mother go completely pale.

"Mommy? Are you okay?" I asked, looking at her with my head tilted to the side, a habit I did when I was confused. My mother didn't move; she was just staring at the screen. I wasn't sure if she was breathing either, so I ran into the kitchen to look for my father.

"Daddy! Daddy! Mommy broken!" I said running in the kitchen.

My father just looked at me, spatula in his hand, "What do you mean, Rose?"

At this point, I was jumping up and down and crying, "Mommy not moving!"

Dad picked me up in his arms and went into the living room, where Dora was now playing again; he put me on the couch and sat next to my mother. "Katniss? Katniss honey, are you okay?" he asked, lightly shaking her.

"The games," Was all that my mother said.

Maybe my mother was depressed as well, because after that I remember her staying in bed a lot; my father would go and comfort her when Meeka was sleeping. But after a while she got better. Maybe it was because she realized that it would be another seven years before I could be reaped, another 10 before Meeka could be reaped, and the odds were ever in our favors.

I've heard stories about my grandmother being depressed when my mother was 11, but mother doesn't talk about it much, nor does she think that it could happen to me. I like to pretend everything is okay. Meeka, my brother, is curled up in my arms; he's scared to death that he's going to get picked. It's his first reaping. I rock him gently and tell him the same words my mother told her baby sister so many years ago, "Your name is only in there once Meek, they're not going to pick you."

But he's too smart to believe that, because he replies with an answer that I wasn't expecting, "They picked Aunt Prim on her first Hunger Games, Rose."

I just look at him in surprise, "I know Meeka, but it won't happen to you."

Meeka just nods and closes his eyes, falling back to sleep. I understand how scared he is, though, I remember 3 years ago, at my first reaping…

"I don't want to go!" I cried, holding on to my bedpost as my father tried to get me to get dressed.

"Rose, please, we will end up in prison if you don't go to the reaping; they know you're 12, don't worry honey, you won't be picked." My father said, even though I didn't believe him, I let go and let my mother dress me in a blue dress with black flats and tie my hair back in a braid. My mother washed my face and I was brought to the town square. I kept my eyes on my mother up on the stage; I was so scared that I would get picked, but luckily, Effie Trinket picked a girl named Lily, who was 16.

"Meeka! Rose! Time to get up, we don't want to be late." My mother says from behind my door, breaking me out of my trance. I get out of bed, careful not to wake my brother up, and put on a red dress with black flats. I tie my hair in two piggy-tailed braids and walk over to my bed. "Come on Meek, time to get ready." I say, lightly shaking him; he gets up and goes to his room to get dressed.

My father has breakfast made, pancakes and goat cheese; I eat slowly, thinking about the reaping. What are the chances that Meeka will get picked? It's not like I can volunteer for him; I'm a girl, and they don't allow it. It will tear me up if my little brother has to fight 25 people; he's so small and fragile, it'll break him, or someone will end up killing him. All this is running through my mind as we walk to the town square and people are pushing me into the roped-in area with the other fifteen-year-old girls.

When the clock strikes two, Mayor Lockhart walks up to the podium and tells the history of Panem, about the rebel war 30 years ago, and how the games are put in place to control us. Then, he says the name of the past District 12 winners: Abelia Campbell, the winner of the 36th hunger games, Haymitch Abernathy, the winner of the 50th hunger games, he died 11 years ago, my mother and father, Katniss and Peeta Mellark, winners of the 74th and 75th hunger games, and finally, Miranda Hawthorne, last year's winner of the hunger games, and also my Uncle Gale's kid.

My mother, father, and Miranda walk up onto the stage, bow, and take their seats. The mayor then introduces the girl who's also sitting up on stage as Nymphadora Trinket, our new escort. She hops up out of her chair and skips to the podium, taking the microphone from Mayor Lockhart and saying in a bubbly, cheery voice, "Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor! Also, I would love say that I'm so delighted to be your escort for The Hunger Games, just as my mother did for many years; sadly she died last year, as many of you know. Rest in peace mum." Everyone is silent for a minute while Nymphadora holds back her tears, and then she regains herself and walks up to the big glass ball saying, "Ladies first!"

She puts her hand in the ball and pulls out a slip, "Katie Bell" She says. I look at the eighteen-year-old as she bursts out into tears and walks to the stage. Nymphadora, looking a little sympathetic, squeezes the girl's shoulder and goes to the other glass ball with the boy's names. I'm praying that it isn't my brother, praying so hard, but when she clearly says, "Meeka Mellark," I go into shock. My brother is going to be in the Hunger Games, my twelve-year-old brother. The only thing in this world, besides my mother and father, that makes my life worth living. I look back at Meeka, and he's trying his best not to cry while he makes his way up to the stage. My parents, well, my mother is crying into my father's chest, and my father is wearing an unreadable expression, Meeka was always his favorite.

"Would anyone like to volunteer for either of these tributes?" Nymphadora asks, looking over the wide spread of children. Before I know what I'm doing, my legs take me over to the opening, "I do." I say quietly, walking towards the stage, "I volunteer as tribute for Katie Bell." I say louder.

My mother and father look at me like I have twenty heads. But I just stand there and wait. Nymphadora smiles and takes my hand, "And what is your name?" she asks.

"Primrose Mellark." I say with confidence, although I feel anything but confident.

Nymphadora smiled, "I bet that's your brother over there, isn't it?"

I rolled my eyes, "Yes, and the people over there are my parents."

Nymphadora frowned, "Well Primrose, best of luck to you,"

I nod and go over by my brother; Nymphadora takes her seat, and the mayor talks more about treaties or something like that. I look over at my mother and father- my mother is crying, not only is one of her children going in the Games, but two, and one of them isn't coming back. I'm not coming back.

Unlike my mother, my father is smiling; he knows I only volunteered because I want to keep my brother safe. I take a deep breath and look at Meeka. He looks furious; I know I'm going to hear it from him when we're alone, but I don't care. When Mayor Lockhart motions for us to shake hands, Meeka refuses to look and me, we shake hands and get lead off by peacekeepers.

Whatever may happen to me in the next few weeks, at least I know that Meeka will be with me, so that I can protect him. I know I'm going to die, but that isn't what bothers me; it's the possibility of Meeka not surviving. We have to be the last people standing, or I can't make sure he'll survive, he's so innocent and young; he shouldn't have to fight in these games. I guess I shouldn't either, but I don't care about me, I've never cared about me. As me and Meeka are taken into the justice building, I look back at my parents again; my mother is still crying, if by chance, me and Meeka both die, my mother will be crushed. Let's hope the odds are ever in my favor.

AN2: Thanks to the wonderful, PeetasAndHerondales for being my beta and thank you to all you wonderful readers for reading! If you like what you read, tell me in a review? C: