I do not own the Hunger Games. If I did I would freak out.

I do own the Shaeper family, Melody Harkthropp, and more characters that will be mentioned later.

My Name Is…

My name is Cole Shaeper. I am 14 years old. My home is District 12. My parents are dead. I was assaulted, loved, used, then tortured. This is my story.

I was normal once, with a family and some friends. My family consisted of me, my brother Clay, my dad Rae, and my mom Sue. My family was different than others I knew, since my parents were from the two opposite areas of District 12. My dad was from the Seam, which was obvious since he had ebony hair, coal gray eyes, and tan skin. He worked in the mines for most of the day and when he came home, he would always go out to the Meadow with me and we would play games until dinner. My mom, on the other hand, was from town where her family owned the only music shop District 12 had. She was ashy blonde with pale skin and sapphire blue eyes. My father met her one day when he was walking outside their store and heard the sultry sound of my mom's voice as she sang. My dad peeked through the window and knew that he wanted to marry her. My mom had loved my father for years and was waiting for him to come to her, and he did.

They got married a year later and my mother left the middleclass town to be with my dad. That same year, my mom got pregnant and gave birth to a boy that looked just like his father. They named the boy Clay, after the boy's great grandfather who died in an explosion.

Four years later, they decided that they wanted another child in the family, and my mom became pregnant once more. She gave birth to yet another boy but he was different than the first child. He had his mom's sapphire blue eyes and her ashy blonde hair, while carrying on his dad's tan skin. The boy looked out of place with his mixed genes, but they didn't care. I was that boy. They had decided to name me Cole, after my mother's dad.

Nine years later, I grew to be an outcast at school. My only friends were those that were my brother's friends. These included Peeta Mellark, Gale Hawthorne, and Melody Harkthropp. I liked Peeta the most because every time I met him he would be sweet to me, and he was always smiling. It made me happy to see him.

One day in school at around 10:30 A.M., I was in my Mining History class when the alarms began to blare. I remember hearing in this class that if the alarms blare, then that meant that there was an explosion in the mines. I panicked with the thought of losing my father and could hardly process the idea. I remember hearing my brother explain that if this ever happened, to meet him outside of the school.

I half walked, half ran, outside of the building to look for my brother and spotted him next to the bench that lay across the street. I ran to him and he told me that we were to report outside of the mines to our mother. We sprinted off to the mines to locate our mother which was not as hard as I thought it would be as she was standing on the opposite side of the yellow tape, shaking like a leaf. We approached her and waited for the news of who died in the explosion.

It felt like days had gone by while miners were evacuated from the smoking mines. I watched safe families and loved ones running to the men they loved so dearly and I yearned to be like them. Hours had passed by and the elevator started to slow down and carry fewer men until it stopped completely. I looked around to see who else had lost their loved ones and saw Katniss and Gale with their families, all mourning their loss. A peacekeeper approached us and explained to us what had happened. Apparently my father, along with Mr. Hawthorne and Mr. Everdeen, had gone to the deepest sector of the mine, where they were failed to be told explosives were laid. As my father went to break through the stone with his pick axe, he set off the mines, killing him and the other two.

The news devastated my family, but I think it hit my mother the worst. When we got home, she locked herself in her and dad's room and didn't come out until the next day. That day she started to ramble about how it was the Capitol's fault for my father's death. I don't see how that could be possible but, when I tried to explain it to her, she just ignored me and continued to insult them.
The day when my brother was to get his Medal of Valor for our father came quickly. I sat next to Clay on stage while the seat on the other side of him was empty. It wasn't like our mother to miss an important ceremony like this. She was always so honorable when it came to these things. I just sat down, holding onto my brother as I watched Katniss get the medal for her father. Gale soon followed. When it came time for Clay to receive his, our mother staggered onto the stage with mangled hair and bloodshot eyes looking like one of those mutts that you saw on the Hunger Games every year.
She spoke but it did not sound like the mother I knew and loved. Every word was cold and menacing. When she finally spoke, it was not words of honor for the ones that died but profanities about the Capitol. She yelled how we should start a rebellion against the Capitol before they killed anyone else. She had finally gone insane.

Peacekeepers approached the stage with loaded guns pointed at our mother. The one that commanded them ordered open fire on our mother. I remember screaming for my mother as they shot her down. Once the gunfire had ceased, I ran to her lifeless body and mourned over the loss of my mother, just like I had when I lost my father.

That night, my brother and I were ordered to move into the community home, a place where kids under the age of 18 lived until they came of age and could leave to live their own lives. Also at the community home, kids were hit and abused. I saw the scars on the kids I knew at school who lived in the community home. I hated the place.

The sudden emotional impact of losing not only our father but our mother as well must have been too much for my brother, because he snuck out the next day after school and didn't come back till late that night. He had what looked like to be a liquor bottle in his hand when he returned. I knew what it was because I remember seeing the mentor for our tributes, Haymitch, always carrying one around, and he was always drunk.

"H-hey Clay. Where have you been?" I asked as curiosity got the best of me.

He started to slowly walk toward me until he was just a few inches away.

"I was just out for a walk. I stopped by the Hob on my way back." The smell of liquor was prominent in his breath.

"Ohh did you get me something?" I asked, hoping that he did.

"Oh, I did. Just close your eyes." I did as told, and he shoved me down onto my bed with my back facing him.

"Wha-Wha-what are you doing Clay?" I was stuttering out of fear of what he was planning.

"Shut up you bitch!" he hissed at me. With that, I bit down on my lip to keep myself silent.

He ripped off my clothes down to my boxers and left me there, shaking even more. I looked over my shoulder to see what he was doing and saw him discarding his clothing into the corner but was still confused. Then suddenly he ripped off the last article of clothing I had and I was bare to the world.
After about a minute of nothing, I thought he had decided not to do anything. That was, until a pain shot through my body. There was a fiery burning feeling coming from my **. I turned and saw that my brother had penetrated me there. I started to scream, so he forced my head down onto the pillow of my bed. What he didn't realize was that I was being suffocated. The pain got worse and worse as he picked up speed and used more force. Just when I was about to black out from the loss of air, something filled me up inside, and the grip on my head lessened. I lifted my head so that I could finally get air into my lungs.

My brother had collapsed onto my body and was as limp as a rag doll, so I just shoved him off of me and tried to stand. It took me several attempts to stand since my but was hurting from the immense pain I was experiencing. I could feel something sliding down my legs as I took slow steps to retrieve my clothes and when I looked, I saw blood and some white liquid I did not know of. I panicked at the sight of the blood and left to get some paper towels to clean myself I carefully wiped the blood away from my body, I started to hear my brother wake up.

The sound of his mumbling startled me, and I was afraid he would try to do what he had done before again. I quickly dressed, and as soon as my brother sat up and wiped the sleep from his eyes, I left the community home. I could hear my brother screaming for me as I ran down the street to the center of town. I turned around and saw Clay chasing after me. The fear inside of me rose drastically and I sprinted off away from him. Even though my brother may be older than me, I was smaller and faster than he ever would be.

I caught sight of the bakery and decided to hide in the back where my brother would not find me.
As I rushed behind the bakery and into the bushes at the edge of the yard, I heard the footsteps of my brother rush past me into the next yard and then the next until I couldn't hear them anymore. I waited a moment longer before coming out of my hiding spot and looked at the back of the bakery. I could see a light in one of the rooms, and I saw the silhouette of Peeta sitting on his bed looking at a piece of paper with a pencil. I decided to throw a small rock at his window hoping to get his attention.
It took a few tries to throw it correctly since it was hard to move with the pain of what just happened, but I finally got contact with his window. He looked my way, saw the initial fear on my face and his silhouette disappeared. I thought for a minute that he went to get his mom or dad, but the thought was erased from my mind when I saw him walk out of the back door with nothing but his pajama bottoms on.

"Cole, what are you doing here? You know that you can't leave the community home." He spoke with a soothing tone.
When he said the word community home, however, the thoughts of what just happened played through my head again and again like a song on repeat. I started to shiver and the tears started to fall.

He looked back at the house to see if we had woken anyone else, but only the light from his room was on.

"It's okay, Cole. Come inside and I'll take you to my room where we can talk." I know he tried to be calm for me but it didn't help. I just nodded in agreement.

Peeta took me inside and led me up to his room where he sat me on his bed and held me in his arms. I was still shivering from the fear of what just happened to me. Peeta started to slowly rock me from side to side and said soothing words to me. I looked up from my hands, where I had a little handful of tears, and looked into his sapphire blue eyes which told me I was safe.

"Tell me what happened Cole. I am here for you," he said quietly. I shook my head thinking that he would look at me like as if I was some ** and abandon me. He added," Please tell me. I want to help you." I looked into his eyes again and knew it was okay. I was afraid at first, but then I told him in a whisper.

"I was raped."

A/N: Finally, I'm finished with this chapter. Special thanks to my friend TheFantasticPhantomWriter, who helped me with editing this. Please Review and please nice reviews. It is my first fic.