Hi~

I had this idea and decided to write it down. This is the start in a series of letters that Katniss wrote to her dad. Remember she was 11 at the time so this won't be a perfect piece of writing.

Dear Dad,

You died today. I was sitting in class when the sirens rang throughout the classrooms. Everyone ran, not waiting to be dismissed, some people hoping for the best, others were more pessimistic and knew that the worst had happened. I walked out of the classroom and went to fetch Prim. She was really good you know. She was sitting at her desk, waiting for me to collect her, just like I promised I would. I think you would've been proud of her. She took hold of my hand and together we ran to the mine. Mother was already there. The upper-half of her body was leaning over the railing, her skin ashen and lines of concern marred her face. Prim and I took either side of her and waited. After five minutes that seemed like ten hours, the first elevator load of men came through, most of them seemed okay but the last one had a leg missing and I turned away stomach churning. Wives, children, brothers, sisters, mothers and fathers came rushing forewords embracing their loved ones but you weren't there.

I sucked in a deep breath to calm myself but I choked on the air. A few minutes later another group of men came out, one of them holding up a raw chunk of meat that I assumed was once a person. I turned around and threw up. Human blood and guts was never really my strong point, was it? The day grew longer and longer and the night started to settle in. Fewer and fewer people were exiting the mine now. Mother was sitting upright, her knees pulled against her chest and she was rocking back and forth while Prim rubbed her back in soothing circles never taking her eyes off the entrance to the mine once. Before I noticed it, night had fallen, it was colder than usual and people were walking between us, wrapping blankets around shoulders and giving us warm cups of things we didn't drink. A few feet away from us was another family. The mother was crying and she had a big belly which showed me that the baby would be coming soon. There were three boys, one of them looked a little older than me but the rest were younger. I've seen them around the Seam a few times. The younger boys were clinging to their mother but the eldest was staring, face impassive at the elevator shaft. I had fixed my features to match his, I needed to be strong.

The people rising from the mine came in pairs now. You still hadn't come. Dawn broke and so did mother. Her body just collapsed and she melted into a big, sobbing mess. There were still so many people here dad. You weren't here, I sat there, Prim was crying as well. Do you know dad? How hard it is? To lose you at such young ages. It was torture, there was no way, no way we could survive without you. You gave us food and security, people knew you and people respected you. You were the reason we were still alive, still half-happy. The last man to come through had no leg, half his face was covered in blood. Tears were running down his cheek. He collapsed and someone caught him. When they asked if there was anyone else, he shook his head. I didn't believe him, I thought he was lying, you know? Your death, dad, was a death sentence for the rest of us.

-Katniss

Please review, and if you're into Fairy Tail (anime) I've written a few fan fictions for that too.