What's the first thing you think about when you hear 'Australia'?

Is it the kangaroos?

The beaches?

The typical 'outback' look, no trees, no shops, no civilisation?

The hot Christmas days?

Well, no, for me? It's a place I've called home my whole life. born and raised.

I think back to just a few days ago.

"Peeta! Get out of bed! "

I heard my grouchy mum yell from behind the closed door.

"Yeah, Ma."

The day of the reaping. How I had dreaded that day for the past year.

I rolled out of bed and went to the kitchen for breakfast. That could have been my lastmeal in that house, with my family. I may never see their faces again.

To top it all off, to become a career I had to do something unimaginable. It's disgusting, it's vile. If my mum ever knew i did it... She's be disappointed.

I can't believe how much my life has spiralled downwards.

I'm in the middle of the stupid arena, sitting in the biggest tent, guarded by the Careers. Making sure I don't betray them, I'm a prisoner, not a member.

Cato stares at me. I stare back, getting nervous under his watch.

"I'm going to bed." I stand up.

I am forces to share the two-man tent with Cato. I chose to step outside to look at the artificial stars, even tho they aren't real, it's a picture of what the real one looks like, the Milky Way, the big and little dippers, the southern cross, it's all still the same just... Fake...

"Come back inside, Mate, it's friggan freezing."

Mate. That word gets thrown around so much. Even tho he called me 'Mate' doesn't mean we're friends. In fact the way he said it, was almost threatening.

"I think I'm just going to sleep here."

I grumble.

Cato stomped over to me, grabbing me by the shirt and pretty much throws me inside the tent.

"Party's over girls, get the hell out."

Cato yells.

I lye in the right hand corner of the tent.

Marvel laughs and drags me, by my legs to the centre of the tent.

"What the heck."

"Cato needs to keep a better eye on you, how do we know you won't run in the middle of the night?"

Well you don't know that.

"It's my turn to keep watch, yell out if you need anything, Cato." Marvel gives me a smile and a wink.

I blush. I'm such an idiot.

Cato lays down next to me. I move over a little so were not touching. He moves over a little so he's spooning me.

I sigh. I just can't win, no matter what I do.

"You alright?" He asks. Kissing the top of my head.

I shrug

"I guess."

"What's wrong, Peeta?"

Have you ever experienced that one moment when you feel like shit, then some asshole asks you 'what's wrong?'or 'are you okay?' And you just break down crying? It's that exact moment.

A tear makes its way down my face and I quickly wipe it away. I wish I was back at home, in my bed, helping with the bakery. I'd rather get a thousand beatings from my mum, then to be here right now.

"Peeta?"

I turn my face deeper into my sleeping bag.

Cato tries to roll me over towards him. I shrug my shoulder out of his hands.

"Will you just talk to me? What the fuck did i do?" Cato snapped.

I flitch but don't turn around.

"Just go to sleep, Cato." I sniffled.

"Hey, Babe, please."

I hold back a sob. Making weird noises in the back of my throat.

"Peeta. Stop ignoring me!"

I turn over and look at him. He's glaring at me.

I move one of my arms to cover my eyes. Tears still spilling.

"Tell me what's wrong." He demands.

"I- I'm going to die. I'm not going to make it out of here, I know I'm not. I'm never-"

Cato pulls me into his chest. I take handfuls of his T-shirt.

" I won't let you die. I promise."

He kisses my forehead.

"Now get to sleep."

I can't believe I just lost control and cried like that. Now he knows I'm weak.

-hey everyone! Up at 4 in the morning feeding the baby and I randomly wrote this- should I continue and turn it into a chapter story?