Making mistakes

by Tay-P

"After the incident with the bread, I don't see Katniss for awhile. I fear that she like most others have given into the starvation and the cruel winter. But when I do finally see her, she is full of life; as much as a girl from the seam can be. She has gained weight, her olive skin has caught the spring sun and she is glowing. She is beautiful. She is hope." Peeta/Katniss

1. Chapter 1: prologue

Making mistakes

Prologue

Growing up in District twelve I knew what it felt like to feel hunger; maybe not as much as the seam kids – that grew gaunt and frail until they fell when the harsh winter blew into our poor little district and into their wooden houses. But I knew what it felt like, the dizzying desperation your body feels when you need sustenance, the unbearable ache and the shaky limbs until your body gets used to that need and then all you are, is skin and bones and death.

I was lucky to be a merchant boy, my family owned the bakery which I helped in. I was never really hungry only sometimes if the winter was very bad. I wasn't skin and bones, I lived easily enough, I was strong and healthy unlike many other boys my age from my District.

Something I did know a lot about was mistakes and pain. I seemed to always have been making mistakes throughout my life. But pain? Well, my mother often inflicted blows upon my face and body in the beginning. That was nothing however compared to the pain I experienced in the games, and of course doesn't even begin to compare to the emotional pain I felt when it came down to Katniss Everdeen. The girl on fire. The Mockingjay.