Hi. This is my first fanfic ever. Not sure if you like it...


Prim saw her as her very own hero. The big sister that that provides and cares for you. A second mother. A loving friend.


To mother, she was, well obviously, a daughter. The one who helped keep the family alive. The one who had cared for Prim while she lay in depression.


She was a hunter. Maybe even the love of his life. Gale knew her as a friend. A partner in crime. They were both guilty of breaking dozens of laws, but they didn't care. He loved her, but she didn't truly love him.


Peeta was her lover. Well, not really. She might not truly love him as much as he did, but in front of the cameras, the were crazy-in-love. She was really just a friend, a good one at that too.


She was like the daughter he never had. Though Haymitch might have been to drunk to really care (usually), he cared about her. Hadn't he saved her life more than once in the arena? They were both the same, and he knew it.


The districts thought she was the Mockingjay. The symbol of rebellion. The very sight of her could make them fight without fear. She was like a treasure. The greatest of the great. Who ended the war with an arrow. (A friggin' arrow!) They would do so much for her, just because of what she represented.


But what did she think of herself? In truth, she was nothing. Nothing. Just a figurehead of the rebellion. A hunter that isn't allowed to hunt. An elder sister without her sister. A girl who loves only to survive. Someone completely alone. Just plain old Katniss.