Fire at me when ready.

My name was called. It echoed throughout the town square, it echoed throughout District 12, it echoed throughout Panem. It was my name, my name.

I stared up at the bubbly, colorful woman on the stage, Effie Trinket was her name, and she was holding the slip of paper that had the name of the girl tribute forced into the Hunger Games, to battle till her heart beat no more.

Primrose Everdeen.

My name.

I took a step toward the stage; my leg felt like it weighed a thousand tons. I could feel everyone's eyes boring into me, but I slowly walked forward towards my doom. There was nowhere else to go.

Suddenly, my feet wouldn't move. Why can't I move them? I looked down at my feet, but as soon as I did, my heart skipped a few beats and my eyes widened in horror. My shoes were stuck to the ground, covered in blood.

I jerked my head up, my breath quickening, and screamed at what I saw. All of District Twelve was staring at me still, only their irises were red as the blood on my feet, and they were holding the sharpest knives I've ever seen, the sun's light catching on the points of the blades and blinding my vision for a moment. Then, one of them stepped out of the crowd.

It was Katniss. My dear older sister's eyes were flashing red with maliciousness and…pure hate. I stared in terror as Katniss slowly stepped towards me, one of her knuckles turning white as she clutched the largest and sharpest knife in her hand. As she stalked forward, I could not see one ounce of anything in her blood red irises but hatred and heartlessness.

"You're worthless," my sister snapped. I flinched at the sharpness of her voice, almost as sharp as the blade she was holding. "You deserve to die."

I tried to step back, pure terror filling every inch of my being, but I couldn't move. I couldn't move. My body started to shake. "Wh-why?" I squeaked. My voice came out hoarsely, and it was shaking, too.

"Because," Katniss yelled. "Because you got reaped. After five years of trying to protect you, after everything I've done and all the sacrifices I made for you, you got reaped! It was all for nothing! Everything I did for you, all of the love I gave you was for absolutely nothing!" Katniss's screams echoed throughout all of District 12. The hatred in her voice made my knees go weak.

"And now," Katniss said shakily, "now, you're going to die at my hands. The hands that deserve to end your MISERABLE LIFE!"

A single tear slid down my cheek.

"Any last words, you worthless mess?" Katniss sneered. "I- I'm so sorry," I sobbed. My throat burned, my voice choked with sadness and fear. "You should be," my sister said through gritted teeth.

"You're DONE!" Katniss's voice cracked with her final scream, and she lifted the knife above her head. A second before the blade hit me, I woke up.

I was out of breath as I sat up in bed, my heart beating fast as I breathed in and out quickly. I was soaked with sweat, and I sighed in relief when I was able to move my feet under the blanket. It was a nightmare. All it was was a nightmare. I was not going to get reaped. I was going to be safe, here with Katniss and my mother. I was not going to get reaped tomorrow.

Besides, when did your worst nightmares ever come true?

A/N: A year. A full freaking year since I've uploaded a thing on this website. I'm so sorry. No excuses will be made, I was stupid and didn't upload a single chapter of anything. I hope you'll still be my readers. This is the first chapter of a thing I'm doing where when I think of a Hunger Games oneshot, I post it here. And also, I realized that most of Daughter of a Mockingjay was flat out stupid, but a year has passed since that story and I'm a better writer now. I'll make my absence up to you, I promise. I'm gonna be on a road trip to the San Francisco area, but sometime Friday I will do everything in my power to post another oneshot on here. Again, I'm so sorry, but I hope you enjoy this collection.

-Katey