Katniss Pov

Walking threw the corridors to my locker I hear endless names being thrown at me.

"Poor"

"Cheap"

"Freak"

"Slut"

I clench my fists and tighten my grip on my satchel as I walk past groups laughing at me or looking disgusted as if I'm not worthy of them. This has happened to me since that fateful day, and my life got even worse. This has been going on for 2 years but the rumors first started 5 years ago when I was 11. Those words sound like compliments compared to what some of them call me. Strolling past stray students I come to my vandalized locker and pull on the lock then flinch as it falls off its hinges and clashes to the floor. Sighing I grab the few items I had in there and put them in my bag, glad it's the last lesson of the day. I then lean my head against the corner of my locker, close my eyes and take a deep breath.

Pushing of my locker I walk into class and take a seat alone in the corner of the back. I used to love sitting at the front but then people began throwing things at me. I then tried sitting next to the windows but everyone would laugh as the wind would blow my papers around the class for students to step on and out the window. I sit quietly even though i remember what happened the first time i did that in homeroom.

"Aww, look Marvel", Glimmer mocked "the cheap freak can't even afford a reading book, oh and look", she says grabbing the paper i was writing on. I clench my fists and grit my teeth. "Ha, she wrights about her "days in the freedom of nature" with her pathetic dead sister", she says with venom.

That's to far. Jumping up i grab the paper, shove Marvel to the floor then throw Glimmer up against the wall. Putting my forearm against her throat, i pin her to the wall and start hitting her. No-one talks about...about...

No-one has the right to say that about an angelic and innocent girl. I scowl at her as i stop to catch my breath before being thrown to the floor by Marvel. I then feel a sharp pain hit my stomach and i struggle to get up. Tackling the boy to the floor, we begin wrestling but to me this is not game. This is how to kick a guys as-

"Katniss get up right now. What the hell do you think your doing you stupid girl?!", our teacher Mrs Mellark says before roughly grabbing my arm and shoving me off Marvel. "I'm sick off your attitude you pathetic seam rat".

Sighing i try to think of the positives like she did but it never works. Soon our names get called and school ends. When i hear one more name be thrown at me as i leave the building and it hurts more than the others because all i've ever done was be honest.

"Liar", i break, walking out of school i hold my head up high but the further i go i begin to jog before breaking into a run. I sprint all the way to a hill about a mile from my meadow and collapse at the top breaking into sobs as tears soak my face. I close my eyes tight willing the nightmares to leave, the screams of her in pain, the burns as i watched her die in horror and agony as the flames engulfed her small body, and the only person i had left decided to leave me. This is the place where i was left alone, where i lost hope.

I can't do this anymore. I have to go.

Throwing the door open, I furiously wipe away my tears while searching my cupboards for snacks and some of my personal items - a photo of my dad, a drawing of my sister and a flower and a story written by my mom. Sprinting up the stairs two at a time i go to my room and go in my closet, tearing clothes of the hangers and stuffing discarded shirts and socks into my backpack. Zipping it up i pull it on my back and jog downstairs. Walking into the living room i stuff some money, my details and other key items into my pockets, before jogging to the door.

Abruptly, i stop and turn to see it hanging right next to the window above the door. With shaky hands i pull it down and hide it in my satchel. Just in case everything goes wrong i can still find a way back to everyone who cares. No... cared.

Taking a deep breath I leave the house and run. Soon I find myself running in the woods for miles, so similar to where I grew up but different, until i'm sure i'm near the edge of the Capitol. Slowing down I notice it's gotten dark so I look for shelter but realize their is none. Unless..

Tightening my grip on some bark i push off my feet and begin to climb a high tree. Once i'm near the top i find a branch stable enough to hold my weight. I sit on it - even though i don't fully trust it - and rest 1 leg on it while my other dangles in the air. Pulling my satchel off i take out the rope i grabbed and wrap it around my legs to stop me from falling when i rest. Before i feel myself drifting off from being so exhausted today.

Twitching my nose i begin to smell something... burning. Is that smoke? My eyes snap open as i hear a loud crash as a tree hits the ground. Whipping my head in all directions - my braid smacking me in the face - i take in the sight before me. The whole forest is on fire!

Suddenly i get a panic attack as i watch the trees engulf in flames and here her voice echo in my head, "Katniss, Katniss help. Katniss", she cried in agony. Hastily i untie the rope and put it in my bag before pushing off the branch and falling to the ground. Hitting the ground i push myself up and run faster than i ever have before. I knew I wasn't safe. I cant trust anything.

Dodging the trees i sprint searching for an exit, trying not to get burnt. Suddenly a tree collapses feet in front of me blocking my escape. Turning i notice a part of the forest the fire hasn't reached yet. "Ahh", i screech as i feel a sharp pain in my leg and i slap my hand on my thigh trying to put the fire out, that has fallen on me from the trees above me. Crawling backwards i hid next to a fallen tree and cry out in pain as i see my burned flesh mixed with painful flashbacks of her.

Turning my head up i notice some sparks of fire falling from above heading toward my body. Pushing myself i roll forward, right off the hill. I scream as sharp branches and leaves hit me leaving scratches as i roll down the hill and hit the ground. My body sprawled out on the ground. I'm in so much pain, i don't know what's worse the mental agony or the physical burning. Forcing myself up i run again looking for oxygen as i begin to suffocate from all the smoke and the heat around me. I struggle gasping for breath as te air around me turns thick with mist. Pushing stray leaves and twigs out of the way, i notice a huge gap in the trees and run, sprinting for safety.

Gasping deeply, i push myself into a river away from the fire, seeking relief from the painful throbbing of my leg. The river is in an area i feel as if i've seen before. On the outskirts of the Capitol. I'm in Panem. I take deep breaths thankful to finally have oxygen and being allowed to breath as i push myself deeper into the water. Sighing as the cool water relieves me of my pain.

Turning my head I notice a pathway out of the stream. I look before me at the beautiful view, in front of me. A clear blue sky and further along is when a separate forest begins. Looking carefully i notice something amongst the trees that i have only ever seen once before.

That's when i see it. My new home.

Fighting my way through the deep water i reach the pathway and pull myself up. Before glancing down at my backpack. I take it off and sigh looking at it. I watch as water leeks out the bottom and half my clothes are wet fortunately though my satchel didn't getting wet, well not as much. Zipping it back up I pull it on my back and continue towards the forest.

Walking through the dozens of trees with fresh green leaves, i see a small cabin. My small cabin. Walking over i try to contain my excitement but am suddenly hit with fear. What if someone moved it. What about our personal treasures.

Cautiously I approach the cottage and notice the area's name carved into the old wood - District 12, the seam. It's run down like i remember and hidden amongst the trees. Placing my hand on the door handle i push it open and carefully walk inside. Instantly i'm hit with the smell of pinewood and fresh fruit mixed with a little bit of dust, but i can fix that. Looking around i smile it's just like i remember, not a thing out of place. I walk over to one of the windows coated in dust and wipe my hand against the glass removing some of it but effectively coating my hand in dust and dirt.

Turning around i look at the simple living room - if you could even call it that. It's got a small couch, table, medicine cabinet, fireplace and a ladder leading upstairs. I walk past the furniture and glance at the kitchen. It looks the same as when we left years ago, the table has small smudges of dried animal's blood that we couldn't remove and the room has some cutting equipment that we used to prepare food out of whatever i could forest.

I take each step of the staircase and hear the creaking of the old wooden floorboards. Once at the top i look left to see a small bathroom and then right to see two small bedrooms. First i enter my parents and take a deep breath as i look at the few of the belonging they had. My mother's personal treasures were 2 dresses (a light blue one and a green one) and a medicine book. Then my father... i shake my head at the memories of being with him because i was a little daddy's girl. Glancing at his pillow i notice his beloved book of plants open to his latest entry about... her. I remember i used to sit on his lap and we would spend hours drawing new plants and writing about them. It was the best thing i ever did with him - well apart from hunting. It was a moment we wanted to freeze and live in forever.

Shaking my head I leave and go into the room I used to share with my sister. Opening the creaky door, i step in the room and glance our belongings. In the corner were two small beds but we normally shared when one of us would have a nightmare. On the left of the room beside a window is a broken mirror and desk filled with the few pieces of clothing we owned.

Then glancing above the doorway, I notice something I had never seen before. Clasping a shaky hand over my mouth i will back the fresh tears. There sitting above the door is a photo of me and my little sister when she was just 4 and learned how she got her name. I stare at the old photograph. I'm wearing my signature braid and have my small 8 year old arm wrapped around her shoulder and she is hugging my waist with an adorable yet bright smile. I can't even think of her name anymore seen as theirs nothing that she really owned or left from her. It's as if she was just a distance memory. That only she could have because she was always happy and positive since a young age even if we went without gifts for years, she would always tell us how much she loved us and that she was so grateful for us. Then as i look below the photo, I break, collapsing to the ground and cry like I haven't since the day she left me.

There sits a small Katniss root and a Primrose...

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