Peeta rubs soothing circles on my back as I lean over the toilet, emptying my stomach.

"Ssshhhh…." He says calmly, running his fingers through my hair as he loosely holds it back.

When I finally stop I stand up and wipe my face, rinsing out my mouth. I raise my eyes to look in the mirror where I realized Peeta had be watching me, his blue eyes looking at me seriously.

"Katniss, this has been going on for almost two weeks now… Im starting to think this Is way more serious that just you being sick."

I sigh, turning around to face him. "Peeta, I'm fine. I'm just sick." I say quietly.

I remember when we had to go on field trips into the mines back in school. I would always make myself nervous the night before, nervous enough to make myself sick. I would wake up the next morning to see my mother with a note saying that I would be skipping school already. This was what was happening now with the Games, but it was memories that made me sick, not the dread of the future.

He sighs quietly and pulls me into a hug, resting his chin on my head. My arms instinctively wrap around him.

"Alright," He says gently, "Lets go back downstairs."
There was a mandatory viewing tonight. As I walked downstairs with his arms around my waist, I wondered what could be such a big occasion.

My mother and Prim sat quietly in the living room as we entered. I avoided my mother's suspicious glare as we sat down quietly on the soft couch. Just in time, the television flicks on. The screen showed the city square as Coriolanus Snow walks into view.

My stomach churns quietly as I watch the man I hate position himself in front of a large podium.

Peeta's hand finds mine and squeezes is comfortingly.

I am instantly brought back to reaping day. Effie Trinket's shrill voice rings through my ears: "Well, shake hands you two!"

My breath hitches as I try to contain myself from running away and hiding myself.

President Snow takes a deep breath as he reaches out for a smooth, wooden box with the seal of Panem carved into it in front of him.

"It's the Quarter Quell box. They're announcing what the challenge is going to be this year." Prim says quietly.

It all sinks in. "Oh." I say, just as quietly. Dread quickly started to make its way throughout me.

President Snow takes a deep breath and opens the box carefully.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the 75th year of The Hunger Games," He starts, his voice cold like ice, "As it was written in the charter of the Hunger Games that every 25 years we would host a Quarter Quell. To keep fresh for each new generation, the memories of each who died in the uprising against the Capitol, A Quarter Quell is distinguished by a certain significance. And now, on this, the 75th annual Hunger Games, we celebrate the 3rd annual Quarter Quell."
Cheers erupt through the crowd around him. I realize my hands are shaking. I tear them away from Peeta's quickly.

"And now, to show that even the strongest can overcome the Capitol, a male and female tribute will be reaped from the existing pool of victors."

I stop listening as realization creeps over me. My ears begin to ring. My mother wails. Peeta's breathing hitches. I hear Prim ask what he means.

I stand up and make my way to the door in a dream-like state. Only when I hear someone call my name do I run for the door, sprinting away. Away from this mess. Away from all of this.

I suddenly find myself in the woods, in Gale's and I's safe haven.

But I realized that I am no longer safe.

Because I am going back into the games.

I hope you enjoyed! My writing is a bit rusty, but oh well. Im still trying to improve. Im super excited to write this, so until next time! 3

-Blossomingdog