Hi! This is my first fanfic so it probably sucks. But reviews are treasured! I would be so grateful to you guys who are reading this fanfic to leave a review. It'll go a long way to help me improve my stories!
So, I thought of this crappy idea after reading Hunger Games for the umpteenth time and I hope it isn't exactly as crappy to you as it is to me.
So anyways, hope you enjoy my fanfic!
~Talia
Katniss' POV
I ran and ran, further away from home and into the ''forest'', where I knew I was safe. Everyday was a torture, and if you known my father, you'd have understood why.
He was... scarily violent.
My mother worked for a meager sum of money as a bargirl, often coming home drunk after being forced to drink up with them. On the other hand, my father's ''job'' didn't just involve drinking; it was drinking(and gambling away our money if any of these are considered jobs).
Every night, he'd come home after a long day of gambling and drinking, then take more of my mother's hard-earned cash to gamble away.
Whenever he came back with more money, the family would obviously be over the moon, but when he wasn't so lucky, it was far from ''a little worse''. He'd vent his anger on my sister, mother, and me.
He'd punch us, slap us and stuff our mouths with chilli. The pain he inflicted on us was excruciating.
And that's exactly what happened nearly everyday, and today was no different.
As my father stepped into our door, we could see the bloodshot in his eyes. Expected. He'd lost money again. My mother went up to him to hug him. She no longer loved him after he became the gambling addict he was, but she'd loved him before and knew his likes and dislikes well.
''Anything so we won't get beaten up by your father again, Katniss, '' I heard her eyes say. She'd long given up the fight against him.
Just then, he grabbed my mother by the arm and gave her a hard kick.
''You think I'm stupid, is it? I'm not! I know what you're thinking so don't try to act in front of me! You want to kick me out right? I'll see to that!'' he raise his voice as he kicked at my mother. Drunk nonsense, I thought.
''You slut! Think you can kick me out, huh! Think again!'' He raised his hand and brought it down on my mother's face with brute force. I could see the outline of his hand on her cheek. Overwhelmed, I ran for the ''forest'', a small area covered with greenery and beautiful trees.
It was the only way to escape from reality. It was selfish and I knew, but I didn't want to see my mother being tortured as I sat in a corner watching helplessly.
Just then, I heard footsteps. I thought they were my father's as I jumped and started to run. Then I heard a voice.
''Hey stop right there, Catnip! It's me!''
I smiled. I'd know that voice anywhere.
It was Gale's.