I was only 8 when my mother was killed.

We were sitting in her room. She was teaching me a song about some meadow. I never listened though, I was always daydreaming. I woke up from my daydream after hearing a crash and then, my father's screams. They charged up the stairs and my mother pushed me in the closet. I heard the screams of my mother as they took her away from me forever.

I opened the closet door and watched from the window as they took my mother away. To the Capitol, to be publicly executed, for all of Panem to see.

That night I wasn't allowed downstairs but I could hear everything from my room. The screams, my dad's cries, the bow to her heart. She was dead. I thought it was over until I heard our President's ill voice. "We have decided to reinstate the games."