Disclaimer: I did not create the Hunger Games characters. I only made up the names of Katniss and Peeta's children.
Author's Note: Hi everyone, this is my first Hunger Games fanfic. It's basically about the thoughts and memories that go through Peeta and Katniss's daughter on the night she's to learn about the Hunger Games and what happened to her parents. I'm still pretty new at the whole fan fiction thing so please take it easy on me. I really do appreciate reviews and I hope you enjoy. :)
Sonia Rue Mellark turned the pages of the book carefully. She glanced at each of her father's drawings and wondered what it was really like during the time of the Hunger Games. She couldn't even begin to imagine it.
Tonight was the night. Tonight was the night Mother and Father would tell her their story. Mother looked sad and leaned her head on Father's shoulder, sighing and grabbing hold of his hand. He didn't let it go, he hung on tight. He looked sad too. Sonia had never truly seen her Mother cry, but this was the closest she'd ever seen her get to it. Her grey eyes glazed over and it looked as if she was transported to another time. Her face had grown pale, very pale.
Sonia could see traces of tears on her father's face; she'd seen him cry. He didn't know. It was before her little brother, Alexander Finnick Mellark had been born. They'd been sitting in their room side by side on the bed. Sonia had been walking past casually when she heard whispers, she had been taught that it wasn't polite to eavesdrop, but she couldn't help herself. She leaned towards the door and peeked through the crack. Father was crying and Mother was gently rubbing his back.
"It's going to be alright Peeta. We'll make it through." She whispered.
"You don't know that Katniss, no one knows. How are we ever going be able to explain it to them?" He cried and covered his face with his hands.
Sonia had known what they were talking about already and didn't want to hear anymore. She hated the thought of her parents tortured with memories of their past. That had been three years ago. Now it was time for her to learn. She wasn't sure if she really wanted to, but it was time. She had to learn eventually, and Alexander would be learning a few years later.
Sonia could remember the first time little Alexander had asked her about the Hunger Games.
"Why do Mother and Father seem so upset whenever anyone talks about the Hunger Games?"
Sonia hadn't known how to respond. She didn't know that much about the subject herself at the time. Besides, even if she had known how to respond Alexander was too little to understand.
She was fourteen now, Alexander was eleven. He still wasn't old enough, but she was. Tonight she would learn.
Sonia put down the book and sat it beside her. She frowned, a bit puzzled by her emotions. She had butterflies in her stomach and her palms were quite clammy.
Alexander was in bed now, and there she was, sitting in front of Mother and Father. She was going to learn. There was no going back now. Nothing would be the same after this night. Sonia would never be the same. After tonight she'd be a little less innocent, knowing the horrors that had once taken place.
"A long time ago, before you were born, there was a horrible event called the Hunger Games…"