Full Summary: Full Summary: Catching FireNeverhappened, Peeta and Katniss are married and have a kid. But of course the Capitol isn't letting them go that easily. Their daughter, Sugar Mellark, is the 93rdgirl tribute for district 12. (15 years-old)
Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins does.
BTW: Remember, Catching Fire doesn't exists, so Katniss and Peeta are like they are in the beginning of CF.
SUGAR MELLARK POV:
I sit on a leather couch, draped with a golden blanket. My parents can't come because they are mentors, some sort of rule or something. First walked in Violet. She didn't say anything for a minute. But then she comes up and hugs me. "I get where you're coming from- but I don't understand. You know the second you enter that arena the Gamemakers are going to do everything in their power to have you killed." She says. Unlike pretty much everyone else in the world, Violet knows everything about my parents and me.
"I know." I look down. "Hey, do you think you're going to fall in love while you're there?" she says and giggles a little. I laugh and we both start laughing. Wow, even though I just pretty much committed suicide, I laugh.
But soon the laughs die down and we are sitting in silence. "Well, I guess I should give the next person a turn." She says and hugs me one more time. Probably our last time.
The next person who walked in was Kennedy Smart. For a second we didn't say anything. But then she asked a question that I've been thinking for a long time now.
"Why?" she said, sounding kind of rude for talking to someone who just saved their life. "Because…you already lost someone. If your parents lost another, they would probably go insane. Trust me. I've been dragged along to the reapings, watched the children go to the stage, and die. Then you meet the parents, you show your respects, and the parents…they're not particularly coping well. So, if they lose two in three years, what do you think is going to happen?" I say getting up and looking her in the eyes. "Whatever it would be, it would be terrible. And I've had enough sadness in my life." I say and turn away from her and face the windows.
"I didn't mean I didn't appreciate it, it's just, and I thought…"she trailed off. "You thought what?" I knew what was coming, it happened every year. I give sympathy to each tribute and they always say: Why do you care? You're safe forever.
Well, I wish they could see, I'm the most vulnerable. Not them.
"I thought your life was perfect. You're one of the only three families who are actually rich enough to buy fresh goods every month. The rest of us either break the law, or we starve. You only have three slips of paper. Most kids you're age have six. You really don't care about it, because you don't have to worry about it." She says and I begin to feel a tear forming. "I don't care about it? Both or my parents almost died in it, and I watch people die every year knowing one day I will be in the games. Because, we might not have as many slips, but the children of victors are the ones that the capitol know. They are the ones that known in the capitol. They are probably rigged to go into the games. So watching these kids die every year doesn't only make me want to scream and cry, it makes me want to die. Me. I don't want to die like this, but I will. I would have anyways." I say and sit back down.
And stare at a bug on the carpet, on his back. His feet scrambling, he's probably thinking, you see me! Help me. But knowing, we are not going to. We will watch, wanting to help, but not going to. Because we just don't want to.
"I'm sorry." She said, and sat down across from me. I keep my eyes on the bug. When I don't say anything she stands back up. "I'm going to leave now. Thank you." She says and I look up, she puts her hand out in front of her. I shake it. "If you come back alive, maybe we can be friends."
If. Not when. If.
"Sure."
