Hey! So this story is about the Hunger Games but in Peeta POV. I know there's a lot of stories written in Peetas Point Of View but I tried to make mine more unique. So please review my story so I can see what you guys like and what I'm doing wrong and should change. Greatly appreciated! Thank you!

Disclaimer: The Hunger Games belong to Suzanne Collins.

Chapter 1 - Where It All Began

Cold beads of sweat trail down my horror-struck face. My eyes bloodshot and my mouth gaping open as if making a desperate cry for help. But I know even if I do cry for help no-one will come, even my father has got a sick of my nightmares that come to haunt me every night. It only started a few weeks ago but the dreams come so ferocious that I wake every night and I will myself not to sleep just for the sake of not reliving those awful dreams again.

My frantic eyes search the room to try and find some sort of comfort but there's nothing. Nothing to help me cling onto reality. Nothing to assure me that the nightmares aren't real. However reality isn't much better than my nightmares, because for all I know Katniss could be reaped today, she could be ruthlessly killed in the games, and nothing I could do would help her. I would never see her trade with my father. I would never see her dazzling smile or her beautiful eyes that are a mystical shade of grey that I have grown fond of.

The nightmares have been coming more constantly lately and much more terrfying too. I know I should get some sleep but I just can't make myself fall helplessly back into my haunting dreams. So I lay awake staring at the ceiling, urging my eyes to stay awake and alert though their already trying to drag me back into my own personal hell. This was going to be another one of those sleepless nights that seems to last for forever.

The reaping today is going to be torture. You're pretty much sending the children to a vicous death. I would never say this to anyone because the punishment would be severe but to be honest, The games is just another way for the Capitol to show the districts that they are superior. That they can send the children of our districts to death with only one survivor. It is a ruthless way to show power but still effective, I mean people at least in district 12 are scared enough to let the Capitol keep their power.

I'm actually quite lucky compared to others. I don't have to put my names in extra times for tesserae. However people in the Seam have to. People like Katniss Everdeen have to risk putting their names in multiple times to even get a good chance at survival. Katniss is actually the only girl I've ever been in love with, and to be honest am still in love with. I hate admitting that I'm still in love with her because I know its crazy to love her. I mean she's ever only noticed me once.

*FLASHBACK*

It was one of those cold wet afternoons and it had been raining heavily all day that most of the people in District 12 were shut up in their houses waiting for the it to end. I was in the bakery and I was carefully putting some bread in the oven for my father to sell later in the day, when I heard my mother screaming. She was always screaming or shouting at some point in the day, sometimes about the littlest things like forgetting its washing day or putting the wrong amount of flour in the bread or even getting up too early.

She's the kind of woman who could always find something wrong about anything. If you gave her the most beautiful thing in the world you could bet your life she would find something wrong about it. I honestly don't know what my father sees in her. But I suppose you can't choose your family so I try and get along with her even though at times she can be utterly unbearable.

I ran to my mother only to find her screaming at Katniss. "I'm sick to death of you Seam kids pawing through our rubbish bins! Go away or I'll alert the Peacekeepers!" Katniss slowly placed the lid on our rubbish bin and backed away and I think for the first time she actually noticed me, or at least acknowledged my existence.

My mother then went back inside the bakery grumbling about the uselessness of Seam kids, how they sit doing nothing all day. Sometimes I think she forgets she was once a Seam kid herself until she married my father.

I followed her back inside and peered out from the window to see Katniss sink down at the roots of the apple tree that my father had tended to for years now. It was only when I saw the look of utter despair in her eyes that it struck me that I had to do something to help her.

But I knew if I even attempted to help her my mother would surely beat me and send me to bed with an empty stomach. Of Course my father would try and stop her but he could only do so much and once he knew it was hopeless all he could do was tend to my bruises.

Suddenly I heard the timer in the bakery go off which meant that I was supposed to take the bread out to let it cool. I ran to the oven and just as I was about to take the perfectly baked bread out the oven a thought clicked inside me. If I burned the bread... Yes! That could work.

"PEETA!" shouted my mother behind me, "Why aren't you taking the bread out the oven. Do I have to do everything myself. Lazy boy!" She strided towards the oven and took one look at the burnt bread and quickly spun around. Before I could say anything to defend myself I felt the rolling pin collide against my cheek. "Might as well give it out to the pigs now! No customer will ever want it!"

I slowly got the bread and started throwing it out to the pigs outside then quickly threw the rest of the 2 loaves to Katniss. She stared at the food, stunned that I gave it to her and quickly grabbed it and shoved it into her jumper.

The next day at school I could feel her staring at me with curiosity as if asking me 'Why did you give me that bread? Why me?' I wanted to tell her because I love you, but I knew she would never feel the same way. At the end of the school day as we were making our way home about to exit the school gates our eyes locked for a second, though it felt like forever.

Then she bent down and picked a dandelion and I noticed a sense of relief on her face similar to the face someone would make after a maths test or after making it through the harsh winter to greet the summer. I don't have any idea why she picked the dandelion but I do now that I'm glad I helped her, we had a connection for a few seconds, but those few seconds meant eerythiing to me.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

As I put on my light blue shirt ,that was actually incredibly itchy but my mother insisted I wore it, my mind wandered off to Katniss. She will be entered 20 times this year while I was entered only 5. If I could I would take her place even though I know I have less chance of survival than her. She is an impressive hunter, my father always comments on how her trade are the best quality. How she always seems to get a clean shot in the eye. She never misses.

"Peeta! Get down here, you useless child... Your brothers are already ready!" I scrambled downstairs struggling with the laces on my shoes but by the time we were out the door I looked like any other district 12 kid. In our best clothes and a solemn look on our faces, similar to what you would see on someones face during a funeral.

I entered the line for the boys so we could be sectioned off into our age group. "Name" said the girl at the desk. "Peeta Mellark" I replied not really paying attention as I was trying to find Katniss amongst the crowd of girls at the other side of the square. "Thumb please" said the girl I gave her my hand as she pricked my thumb to get my blood. "Line C62 please." she said in a emotionless voice.

When all the children between 12-18 were in there place Effie Trinket began her introduction. She had been our Capitol escort for years now, and thouogh she tries to act enthusiastic everyone knows that she hates being lumbered with District 12. This year she's wearing a ridiculous wig that looks slightly askew and a fuschia pink dress that hurts your eyes if you stared at it for too long.

I blanked out her speech and the mayors because each year they say the exact same speech but give out the same repetitive message that the Capitol gives to every distrcit 'We'll take your children and we will sacrfice them. And if you try to stop us we will destroy everyone of you like we did to 13'.

Its a simple message, at least simple enough for everyone across Panem to understand. Effies annoyingly high pitched voice suddenly snapped me back to reality, "Ladies first!" she said as she crossed the stage to the glass ball with the girls names. She plunged her hand in it as I screamed in my head Not Katniss Not Katniss Not Katniss.

And my prayer was answered but not in the way I hoped or even wanted.

"Primrose Everdeen"

So what does Peeta think of Prim getting reaped and how will he react? Well find out in the next chapter!