This story is for all of you- you know who you are, from Katie.

It's Spring's story. For all of you probably looking at this because you thought it was interesting, or you have my on author alert- you can follow. You see, all of us are addicted to the Hunger Games Roleplay Forum- made by Michela- and this is the story of my character. A bunch of us are making these stories, to re tell what has been told. It will all be explained, and hopefully I do good.

Disclaimer: I don't own Panem, or the Hunger Games.

PROLOGUE- LOVE

They say that death is the worst possible torture that could be put upon you. They say it's the one thing that tears apart people, burns their soul, and creates chaos in the universe.

I'd like to prove them wrong.

Death is only an escape, never a punishment, especially in this country.

Especially for me.

I wish I could die right now- give up everything like my closest friends did hours ago. They no longer have to be trapped in this life, in the torturous place we come from. They can be free, they can be anything they have ever wanted to be, without limits.

Without anyone telling them what they must do.

For a few years, some would say my life was perfect. I had a beautiful, loving mother, a father that cared, and people surrounding me always to make my dreams come true.

Then, my mother became pregnant again, this time with twins. My father's true intentions came out with it. He never wanted any children, let alone three, come my newborn siblings.

He left without another word.

My tearful, weak mother named the children Cynthia, after her mother, and Marcus, after my father. She tried to stay strong, but her love had gone. Forever.

Years later, when I turned twelve, my mother contracted a sickness. An uncureable one at that, one that I never learned the name of.

Within weeks she died, leaving me and my two siblings, at that time eight, to fend for ourselves.

I did everything I could for the next years: getting jobs, selling my mother's things, moving around often. But, we never stole.

Nothing, except for an escape forever, could stop that one event. The picking of a name to change my existence forever. To be thrown in and out of things, none of which I cared or loved for. To be forced into a plan, a plan that was now never worth it.

Right now, I'm running. Away. To where? I don't know. Why? I have something I need to live for.

I could say I wish I died when I had the chance, but then I would be lying. I can't be selfish, not when I have a life that isn't mine on my hands.

I need to escape.

Death is precious. Death causes pain, but for only a moment.

Death brings joy; death gets you away.

It isn't the real torture in life, I'll tell you right now. There is one thing that hurts more then death.

Love.

Love can break your soul into pieces. Love has to happen with two. They don't have to give you what you can give them.

That's the real torture.

Love really breaks us apart- friendships disappear, mourning leaves, but the hurt always remains.

The worst part is that love could turn you into the greatest thing ever. It's... unpredictable.

Death is simple, like the cutting of a string. That's it- you're gone. There's no more torture for you to endure- it's all gone.

That's why I see death an escape. An escape some are afraid to take, one that people have no choice to take, or something people can't take.

Love is trapping.

That's why it's the worst torture in life.

You can never be free of love.

They tell me I'm beautiful, enchanting at that. They say I'm lovely, like the Spring's day.

That's what love told me once ago, at least. I'm starting to regret that. Should I? No. Must I? Yes.

But the Spring has gone. The beautiful flowers, the light rain that creates puddles perfect for jumping in has left. It isn't returning soon, not until the others follow.

Summer- the months of thunderstorms, scorching heat, and dryness has come. Perfection has left.

But, who wants to be perfect?

My name is Dianna Stevens.

Everyone calls me Spring, and you will too.

I'm seventeen years old, but I feel like a million.

I wish I could die, but I know I can't.

I've loved too many times.

Each time, its been lost.

This time isn't any different.

The pain will come, the torture will come.

They come with me wherever I go. But, they don't just go to me. It would be too easy that way, wouldn't it world?

Life is torture.

Death is freedom.

Love is pain.

Pain is fear.

I'm scared.

Should I?

Yes.

How can you not when you've had love taken away a hundred times?

Not death, love.

Always remember the true torture.

The truth of it all will get you through.

At least, that's what they told me.

A/N: How do you like so far? Please review my friends, it would totally make my day. :D