Title: My Little Rose

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything from the Hunger Games!

Summary: Just a small drabble about Katniss and her thoughts when Primrose is called to be a part of the Hunger Games.

AN: This is my first fanfiction for the Hunger Games and I am not even through the first book yet, but I really wanted to write a drabble about the scene were Katniss volunteers. It was stuck in my brain and I just had to write it. I do hope that you all liked it and be sure to watch out for more Hunger Games stories by me since I am sure I will be writing them in the future.

Please R&R like always!

No! Not my little Prim, anyone other than her. This can't be happening right now. There is no way that my little sister whose name has only been entered once can be the one which was called out seconds before. It should be me if it had to be one of the two of us. I mean I am older than her, I am a better hunter, I have put my name in so many times that logically it should've been my name which was called. Yet when has anything about the Hunger Games been logical? Tearing families apart to prove a point about rebellion was about as far from logical as one could get.

Since my father died I have done everything I can in my power to keep Prim safe and somewhat happy. She is to innocent and sweet to have to be tainted by the world around her. All I have ever tried to do was protect her from that. I tried to protect her from our mother's coldness when she sunk in to her own despair. I have done all I could think of to keep my little sister as healthy as possible. At meals I will give her a bigger portion of food even though I know in my mind we need to ration things out. I may have to hunt longer in order to have enough food to feed us all, but that is a sacrifice I am willing to make.

If it had not been for Prim I probably would have given up long ago and yet I haven't because I know she needs someone to protect her and obviously my mother is not up to the job. She is good when things are looking up, but as soon as they go downhill she seems to coil in to herself once more. What kind of mother can do that to her children? Shouldn't she be the one taking care of us and making sure we are fed? Still, I cannot change the way she acts and I just have to do what I can to make the situation better. Yet how is it even possible for me to fix this? How could I protect my younger sister from the games?

She wouldn't stand a chance against all those other kids, some of who had been training for this all their lives. She hated it when I killed animals because she thought they deserved life. If Primrose could not bring herself to kill a squirrel then how would she ever be able to bring down another human being? Her caring nature would have her wanting to take care of the other contestants and not kill them. She would picked off within the first few hours. Maybe she would even be the first to go. I would have to sit and watch my little sister die on television and there would be nothing I could to stop it or was there?

There's always the option of volunteering myself to take her place, but if I do that isn't it as bad as letting her go off to the games herself? Who will take care of her? I know I can't count on my mother to care for Prim, but maybe I wouldn't have to. Gale would always look after her I know he would. He knows what she means to me and he would die to keep her fed and safe. I could count on him for that. Then there were a few other people from District 12 who would watch out for her. The baker for sure, and maybe even the mayor. She would not be left on her own. Prim would have people to watch her when I couldn't. At least with her safe in District 12 I knew she had some chance of survival and some was better than none. I let this thought comfort me as I stepped forward to seal my fate.

"I volunteer!"

THE END!