The Girl that was the Princess of Fire

by lol9288764

When I was little I accidentally learned about my parents and the people around me past. When I was 10 I thought about killing myself, but now I know that it is stupid and selfish. I love my life, but nothing always turns out what it seems. * contains Gale's son* * I do not own The Hunger Games, that wonderful privilege goes to Susanne Collins*

Many people think dying is easy, painless, but they're wrong. My name is Amber Allysa Mellark and this is my story.

"I learned from my mother that actions speak louder than words. Words help, but sometimes they get in the way. The new Capital has always taken a special interest in me because I am the mocking jay's daughter. They don't care that I am not anything special; it is only because I look like her. I do have a brother, Joshua Caleb Mellark- also known as Josh, but they don't care anymore about him then they did my dad.

My teacher once said time heals everything. WRONG! It didn't heal my dad who still suffers flashbacks. It didn't heal my mom who still wakes up screaming from nightmares about mutts and dying children. It will never heal me from the thing I am about to do.

My name is Amber Allysa Mellark. My mother defied the Capital, she won. I am the mocking jay's daughter, I always lose. She is always courageous and strong, I am not. They thought they could break her and they couldn't. I could easily be broken. I love my live, but sometimes it is better if you let go."

I can't believe I wrote that when I was 10 years old. I am now 13, and ever since I turned 12 the flashbacks and nightmares have been getting more frequent. Sometimes I listen in when my parents talk about them, and now I have them too. There are no Hunger Games and there never will be again. I wish I could've helped, did something, but I wasn't there to help.

I guess I should tell you about more important things in my life. My best friend is Jed Hawthorne (son of Gale Hawthorne), another friend is his little sister, Lily, and my and my brother look exactly like our parents except switch the eyes and personalities. That is part of the reason I always lose. I don't act out physically, but verbally. So my 10 year old brother always stands up for me. He won't always be able to, and that time is now.