A/N: Yeah so I've been really busy with school and stuff but I decided that I wanted to write another story about the Hunger Games. Its and AU so I really hope you enjoy it, I know I haven't finished my other song fic story but you know I just had to write this. Read it and enjoy it! Review also please! Also I might need a beta so if you want to be my beta and want to help me out I would very much appreciate it! Thanks and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that has to do with the 'Hunger Games' Trilogy!
Prologue
He walked slowly home, rain fell silently on his face causing him to shiver. The rain fell and thunder rolled, it was days like this he wished all would end. Blood dripped from his nose.
His plump face was filled with cuts and bruises, his clothes were battered. The other boys laughed at him, they through small pebbles at him. He kept walking, ignoring them.
They all gathered around him, blocking his exit. He could fight back. But there was no point, four against one? Girls and boys yelled 'Fight!' that was the last thing he wanted.
His blue eyes squeezed shut, he was ready. They punched him in the face, his nose start bleeding more. They punched him in the gut.
He didn't deserve this! They laughed as he fell to the floor; they called him names and kicked him. He didn't dare get up, he let them hit him, and he let them call him names for he knew that he was a coward, a useless space. Tears welled up in his blue eyes and blood fell out of his mouth and nose.
As the rain fell harder and harder every boy and girl left no one bothering to help him. He laid there on the cement ground eyes closed bruises, cuts, and blood on his face. Silent tears ran down his dirty filled face leaving a trail in its place.
He felt the pain surge through his body, he felt his body protest in pain, yet he still laid there. His small body was wet with rain and tears, blood and bruises.
Get up! Get up, you weak useless human being! He groaned as he tried to get up. Yet he managed to get his plump body of the floor. He limped his way around the roads, the rain fell harder every step of the way.
The streets in London were empty except for those who were stuck on the storm, some held their jumper close, others held there brolly, but Peeta didn't have either.
His clothes were soaked wet; a few people stared as he walked past them but none of them helped him. His body relaxed a little as he saw his Flat nearby.
He wanted to run towards it but his body told him no. His thoughts clouded over him, what was his mother going to say?
What would she do to him? He ignored his thoughts and ignored the pain that pushed through his body.
Just a few more steps and he would be there, right?
His glassy eyes did not allow him to see, his small chubby fist wiped tears that were bound to fall.
Cars passed and sprayed water on him; he wanted to yell in pain as a simple little pebble fell on him. Did he deserve all of this pain?
Peeta wanted all this pain to stop, he wanted the bullying to stop, but life never gave him what he wanted.
He couldn't hold the tears anymore; big thick tears ran down his face. His small fragile hands could not keep up with the silent but fast-moving tears.
He let out a quiet sob he wanted to get to his Flat soon but the street seemed endlessly.
His head pounded, his body shivered as a gust of wind blew through him. His blond curls were sticking to his face, one more step Peeta.
His head turned to face his door, what will happen?
Will his mother be home? Will it be his dad that opens the door? He unlocked the door and walked inside, the room was lit by a lamp that stood close to the wall.
The flat was silent and he prayed that no one was here.
"Peeta Benjamin Mellark! Where the hell have you been?" He went to school to face the bully's but once he got home he came to the biggest bully of them all. His own mum.
He froze, his head went up and his eyes widen. His mum stood right in front of him eyes full of anger and rage. His father was right behind her but he wasn't yelling at him.
"I- I'm sorry Mum, the boys at school- " His mother cut him off by a slap to his face.
His face stung, his chubby hand went to his face. He looked down in shame and let his mother continue her rant.
He said the only thing he could ever say. "I'm sorry mummy." His voice sounded weak and fragile but that was enough to make his mother hit him again.
"You're full of excuses! Why aren't you a real man like your brothers?" His mother asked him as she delivered another blow to his face.
Her words stung more than the slap, his blue eyes welled up with tears.
"That's enough Sarah!" His father yelled and held onto his wife's wrist.
"Fine!" She sneered and pulled her wrist out of her husband's grasp, she looked at her youngest son and pointed to the stairs that led to his room.
"Go to your bed I don't want to see your face! You'll wake up earlier tomorrow and work in the bakery." She said and looked away; the little boy only nodded his head and walked towards the stairs.
Mums were supposed to care for their child not hit them when they get hurt or bullied at school.
So why was his mummy different? Why did his mum hit him when he gets bullied at school?
Why was he different?
He laid on his bed, his body tense and facing the window. The darkness in London was his comfort.
He heard his father and mother yelling at each other, they were fighting because of Peeta. It was all Peeta's fault wasn't it?
"He is only nine years old Sarah! And he's getting bullied at school!" His father yelled.
"Well good for him! Maybe those kids will make him into a man!"
"Don't you dare say that he isn't a man! Do you think hitting him is the answer?! Because it isn't! Sarah he is our son as is only nine years old!"
"He is getting bullied at school; he comes home with bruises and black eyes. And worst of all Sarah is that you don't even care, all you do is complain that he isn't a man. Sarah show him that you love him! Act like a real mum to him! Don't push him away." His father said, Peeta's crystal blue eyes were tearing. His body complained of the pain but he ignored it.
He waited for his mother to argue back but instead only silence answered.
His mother didn't care for him, no one does.
His father knocked on his bedroom door but let himself in when Peeta didn't respond.
"Peeta, son." It was his father, it pained Peeta to move but he did biting his lip from letting a groan escape him.
"Are you hurt?" His father asked him, Peeta nodded his head slowly.
His father told him to sit up; Peeta listened knowing that his father would only do him good. "Where did they hurt you?" He asked him, Peeta pointed to the parts that hurt him the most.
His father did the best to heal the bruises and cuts. When he finished he kissed his sons forehead and bid him a goodnight.
"I love you Peeta." That was all Peeta wanted to hear, he wanted someone to love him.
He wanted a better mum; he wanted everyone at school to stop bullying him most of all he wanted someone to love him, for real.
A/N: Did you like the prologue? Also for those who don't know 'Flat' means house, and 'Brolly' means umbrella, and 'Jumper' means sweater in England and all. I'll try to update as soon as I can, but that might take a while. Anyways if you guys liked it review please! Thank you guys so much!