Testing my luck with some Hunger Games fanfiction. I have up to chapter 5 completed. I hope you all enjoy and please leave comments. :)

Chapter 1

After Peeta planted those primroses in his front garden, I couldn't keep him off my mind. He is back to his old self, and I am more than grateful. However, I know it will take time for us to grow back together.

I let weeks pass. I know I have to let Peeta come to me when he's ready to reconnect. To try to keep my mind off of all of this, I begin to hunt again. Not frequently, but more so every week. Until it's the dead of winter, and I can no longer make it out into the woods because of all the snow.

I get to spend more time with Haymitch, though. Time with Haymitch is usually pointless. We really don't have very much to talk about. Everyday is the same for Haymitch. He still drinks heavily to ease his pain from the memories of the Hunger Games.

We all know that a law was passed by the new capitol that there will be no more Hunger Games. But, neither me, Peeta nor Haymitch can repress the nightmares.

My worst nightmare I had in a while came the night before my 18th birthday. I screamed and thrashed around in my bed. Prim. She was the subject of that night's terror. And every time I think of my little sister Prim, I think of Rue.

I see their deaths flash before my eyes. Over and over. I see the snake eyes of President Snow, lingering behind each act of terror. I smell the scent of freshly bloomed primrose mixed in with the smell of blood. Prim's blood.

I wake to the sound of a knock on my door. I lay in bed paralyzed with fear. How is this possible? Snow is dead. He is dead isn't he?

I hear the knocking again, bringing me out of my thoughts. I look around the room for my bows. Then, I realize I took them all to the woods and stored them in the trees. I step out of bed and feel the cold wind blow my hair.

I creep downstairs and slowly make my way to the door I see a man's shadow peering through the window. I grasp the frozen door handle, twist the knob, and fling open the door.

I am amazed by the man standing before me.