A/N: This is the first fanfic I've posted on here and the first one in a while that I have even finished. Updates should be daily!

Reviews will be really appreciated, I need some criticism so I can write better

Also, chapters really vary in length. Some will be quite small and others will be way more. I hope that doesn't make this really bad...

Okay, thank you for taking your time to read this, it means a lot to me!

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock or The Hunger Games, sadly.

1

I had never felt happy in my home. I had lived in the same location for my whole life, the same as everybody else in the country. I lived in a place called 'Panem', which was separated into 13 districts and The Capitol, however District 13 was destroyed long ago. Each district specialised in a certain thing to give to the Capitol, the wealthiest place in all of Panem, and I lived in District 10, who specialised in livestock. In Panem, there was an annual event known as 'The Hunger Games', which sent twenty-four children between the ages of twelve and eighteen to fight until there is only one person left alive. The children consist of one male and one female from each district, chosen by having their name picked out of a jar at the reaping. It was compulsory for everybody to watch The Hunger Games. I had always wanted to escape where I lived, but had complete understanding that I could only manage that if I somehow got out of my district and found that there were places other than Panem I could go to, or if I was entered in The Hunger Games. The second option was more realistic than the first, but the consequence would probably be that I'd die, and if not I would still have to return home to District 10 when the games were over.

It was the day of the reaping, and I was hungry and tired when I woke up. I had always found sleeping to be difficult around the time of the Hunger Games. My sister, Harriet, told me that when I was younger I used to be even worse, and would cry in my sleep then complain of nightmares about the Hunger Games when I woke up. Some things didn't change much over the years.
I climbed out of bed and into the main room of my house, where Harriet was lying asleep on the couch with bottles of alcohol scattered around her on the floor. I silently picked them up and threw them away into the bin, but jumped backwards when I dropped one bottle and it smashed all over my feet and the floor. Harriet woke up immediately in shock, and stared at me as I stood muttering under my breath.
"Clumsy," she commented bitterly, and lay back down with her eyes shut.
"I wouldn't have to do this if you didn't drink all of the alcohol in the district every day," I snapped, grabbing a brush and cleaning up the broken glass.
Suddenly, Harriet swung herself up from the couch and snatched the brush from my hands. "I'll do it but shut up commenting about how I decide to cope."
I began to walk away to prepare myself for the reaping, but turned back at her before I went through the doorway. "Do you know what today is?"
She didn't reply and instead continued what she was doing, but the slight pause in her movement after I asked the question made me know that she realised what I meant.
I went to my room again and got myself dressed into nicer clothes, since for some reason everybody felt the need to look good for the reaping. I didn't understand why since it wouldn't be a real celebration to know two people you have known and lived around will be sent to their death, and it could even be you who has to say goodbye to everybody and survive the games.
An hour passed of me daydreaming before I went out to say goodbye to Harry since I didn't expect her to come with me to the reaping. As soon as I caught sight of her, I wanted to yell at her for sitting there drinking miserably while I was the one who was about to find out whether I'd be fighting for survival or not. I almost giggled to myself when I realised that was practically what I had to do every day, anyway. I didn't say a word and just left the house to go join the other boys and girls all stood in groups.

We received the typical speech from our District's representative, Pearl. They always seemed to have more glamorous names in the Capitol, and were dressed up in brightly coloured makeup with unnatural hair colours. Pearl stated for yet another year about how much she loved the video about the games, and how exciting it is to have the honour of fighting for your district. It would seem honourable to her, as she gets to sit and watch it without worrying about her own survival.
"Ladies first!" Pearl smiled, skipping slightly to the bowl of paper notes with names on. She covered her eyes with one hand and pulled a name out with the other. It was almost insulting to see how much fun she had doing it while everyone else watching were panicking about their future.
"Sarah Sawyer, come on up here!" she grinned. Heads turned in the crowd trying to locate the girl. I could see her eventually on the screen walking up on to the stage. She had tears pouring down her face and was crying frantically. Pearl didn't seem to know what to do.
"Let's pick the boy now so you aren't waiting alone" she commented to Sarah, intending for it to be away from the microphone but everyone could still hear it well.
"And the male tribute for District 10 is..." she dragged the final word out. "John Watson!"
My heart sunk, and it felt like it skipped beats. I straightened my posture and kept a straight face as I walked through the crowd and stepped onto the stage.
Pearl shook my hand and then placed it in Sarah's. "Everybody, your District 10 tributes for the seventy-fourth annual Hunger Games!"
Sarah and I looked at each other for a few seconds, both hurt in the realisation that we would both be heading for our death.