A/N: So this is a spur-of-the-moment oneshot. Just felt like writing it.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Hunger Games or anything.
Naïve
The little three-year-old boy smiled at the static-filled television screen.
"Mommy! It's Kate! She's on TV!" he shouted excitedly.
His mother shook her head sadly, and returned to staring at her daughter's face projected through their television.
The boy frowned, wondering what could cause such a reaction in his mother. Kate was on TV! Only wonderful things were on TV, right?
Wrong.
Every night, the family of three crowded the small living room, anxious to at least catch a glimpse of the missing fourth member.
The little boy watched in wonder, wanting to join his older sister as she was pulled through the Capitol on a chariot.
The other two members, however, watched in sadness, holding on to what little hope they had, knowing it would never be enough.
Days passed. Pictures flashed before the boy's eyes, along with a number. When the boy saw his sister's picture, he recognized the number. Five!
That was good, wasn't it?
Wrong.
Then, his sister was talking to someone. An old man. He seemed nice, and the boy could hear quiet applause when she left the stage.
That was good, right?
Wrong.
The boy's parents sobbed as they watched their daughter be raised into the arena.
The boy clapped and cheered. A large gong sounded and all the people on the screen started moving towards a big gold statue. Some of the other people took big sharp things and sliced up people.
That's good, right? The boy thought uncertainly.
Wrong.
It was not until a flying spear lodged itself into his sister's gut did he begin to understand.
"No," he muttered. "This can't be real! Mommy! Mommy! Tell me it's not real!"
His mother did not move.
"Daddy! Daddy! What's happening? Daddy!" he screamed.
His father did not move.
The boy looked towards the screen again. It wasn't real. It wasn't.
Wrong.
The boy's parents looked at him sadly, and his mother started crying.
He didn't want it to be real. But it had to be real.
Right.
A/N: Wow. That's rather depressing. And short. But still, I felt like writing it. It's kinda based of a "poem" I wrote ages ago (note the quotation marks. I'm horrible at writing poetry)
But anyway, review? Please?