Hello all, I'm littlemisswizard! This is one of my first fics, so I'm awfully sorry if any of the formatting is wrong or something. Please tell me what you make of my craziness! I love the Hunger Games, and I wanted to do a retelling of the story from Prim's point of view. I have added a few characters here and there and did my own version of Prim's storyline while still trying to honor the story the book already had. I tried to remain accurate. I hope you tell me what you think of it! Thanks for reading, and enjoy the wonderful world of Prim! :)

Beware, what you are about to read is only the prologue.

Also: I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES. I am just a loyal fan, who is very interested in the world of Panem.

My throat felt like it was on fire.

I gasped for air, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. I needed to breathe, I needed to calm my tense muscles, I needed to relax. This was all just a nightmare. I would wake up in my firm bed with those thin sheets, the chilly wind whispering through our house in the Seam. My sister would hold me tight, sing me a lullaby, and I would be asleep again.

I gripped the body that held me upward. I gripped the body so tight that my knuckles lost all feeling, and I finally dropped and let the person carry me away. I could still hear Effie Trinket's chirpy voice singing, "Primrose Everdeen!" I could still feel the emotions surging out of all of those girls that backed away from me, as if I was untouchable. And then there was my sister, brave and striking with her sharp features and dark hair, who was gone.

My mind was flying, colors and shapes blurry in my line of vision. I felt air escaping my lungs, and I pressed my eyes closed, willing myself to not pass out. What had just happened? Katniss couldn't be gone, she couldn't be on a train to the Capital. She couldn't be a tribute in the 74th Annual Hunger Games.

I had just visited her. My throat had still worked, I had still been able to scream out her name. She told me she would try to win, and she would be back home soon enough.

I barely had enough strength in me to cry. I was enveloped in Gale's strong arms, as he carried me back home to our little dark house in the Seam. Peacekeepers in their daunting uniforms surrounded us, making sure we went straight home and didn't make a run to save Katniss. She told me she would try to survive. My big sister always told the truth, that's why I looked up to her so much. She always seemed to have the answers. When it comes to staying alive in an arena with 24 tributes, all fighting to the death?

Nobody had all the answers.

My mother walked beside Gale and I. She walked straight ahead, silently, her blue-grey eyes locked on the house. She didn't make a move to comfort me. She wasn't my mother anymore, she was a stranger. Everyone moving around me was a stranger. My world was smashing into pieces in front of my eyes.

I believed then, that I had lost my mind to some degree, and all I needed was a good night's sleep.