This is my first fan fic, so please review and tell me what you think.:) I'll try to post new chapters as much as i can. Thanks so much for reading.

I wake up to the sun shining through the grimy window that hasn't been washed since before the war. I look around to see the room I woke up this time. Prim's bedroom. I look in my hands, and see a pretty dress that she wore to the very first day of school.

I remember her holding my hand all the way to the front steps, where she hugged me and walked in by herself. Looking back, she smiled at me and skipped the rest of the way. She was so much braver than me. I can see that now. Ugh. Why do I torture myself, drag myself into my dead sister's bedroom, go through her clothes, and bring back memories? It just draws fresh pain.

I carefully put the threadbare, floral dress back in the dresser, and tell my body to get up. Of course, my body doesn't listen. I don't know why I even call it my body anymore. With all the pink, sensitive, patches of skin, it looks more like a science experiment than a body. Finally, after much persuasion and hard work, my legs and arms pull my weight against the untouched bed to stand up. I shuffle towards the kitchen, ignoring all the thoughts, and memories of Prim swirling in what my doctor calls my brain, but what I call a nuisance. I look at the clock sitting on the small table in the living room. 12:04. Early, considering when I usually get up to force some food down my throat, and attend to my personal needs before shutting down my mind and body, and falling into a restless sleep again. I go into the kitchen, only to find bread on the counter. Bread? Peeta. I glance around automatically, but I know he's not here. Why would he want to be here, in district 12, with me? No. Peeta is in the Capitol, probably receiving therapy to get rid of his thoughts to kill me. I rip off a piece of the warm loaf, cram it in my mouth, and walk back to the living room. Deciding to put thoughts of Peeta and bread out of my head, i lay down on the couch and fall back into a sleep full of mutts and tracker jacker venom.

I hear a girl scream. It could have been me though. I open my eyes and see him. Peeta. Peeta Mellark. Standing by me. Protecting me from the horrors of the Capitol. With him, I'm safe. He's here, and he'll protect me. As he always has…

I wake up in the late afternoon. I look around for Peeta. "No," I tell myself. "He's not here. It was just a dream." I swing my legs over the side of the couch, and make my way to the kitchen. Greasy Sae's here, and she's making something on the stove that makes my stomach remind me that it wants food.

"Well, hello dear, I saw you were sleeping peacefully and didn't wake you. Dinner'll be ready in a moment. Just set yourself down and I'll serve you some."

I sit down at the small breakfast table we have in the kitchen. I don't go into the dining room anymore, there's not enough people living in this empty house to fill it. It's just me, and sometimes Greasy Sae.

I snap out of my thoughts quickly and realize Greasy Sae is talking. "Now. Tomorrow, I think it would be good for you to go outside." I haven't been outside in a long while. My skin is very white and you can see my veins on the back of my hand. "Maybe, you could hunt, or just walk around and see how the district is fixing itself up…" I zone out again. I don't want to go outside. I would rather stay inside wandering empty rooms, and losing myself in my thoughts. Outside it's too light, and brings back too many painful memories. "… Would you like bread with that? Peeta brought it over this morning…." Peeta? Peeta's here? I run over to the window that has the view to the usually empty house. But this time it's time it's not empty. Lights are on, and I see a muscular, boy profile in the kitchen window.

Peeta's home.

This was a very short first chapter. Sorry 'bout that. Anyway, be a darling and review, and i'll try to make the next chapter longer.:)