This story was originally going to be a one-shot, but now it's not. Should I keep going?

I love Taylor Swift's new song. So much.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger games or the song Safe and Sound.

I curl up on the couch, in front of the TV. Katniss is asleep in a tree, and her ally is next to her. Her name is Rue. She is very small, like me. If Katniss hadn't taken my place, if I had gone to the games, I think I would have chosen Rue as my ally too. I think we would have ended up being friends.

They're almost at the final eight. I bet Rue will make it. She's so resourceful and quick. And she must have some sponsors. Rue deserves to go home. She deserves to make it out of the arena. And her family needs her, just like we need Katniss. But Katniss promised she'd come home. Katniss promised she'd try to win. And I miss her so much. Father and mother used to take care of us. Until he died, and then mother fell into a depression of sorts, and Katniss was the one who took care of me. Me and mother. The TV has changed cameras and are focusing on the careers now. I guess the capitol would rather watch them instead of Katniss sleeping. Okay, so I kind of get that. Mother comes in and tells me I should get some sleep. We have to leave the TV on in case the peacekeepers come around, so I get up and go to the bedroom. I wriggle my way under the sheets, but it feels so empty. There's more room to stretch out now, but I just can't. It's like the bed is mocking me, reminding me that Katniss isn't here. I hope I fall asleep soon.

I couldn't concentrate at school at all. I kept thinking about Rue and Katniss. But mainly Rue, for some reason. Katniss loves her, like a sister. Like the way she loves me. And that's how I feel too, just from watching her. Like I'm watching two sisters on TV. And then during lunch, something hit me. If Katniss is going to win, then Rue is going to die.

We have music class at the end of the day. Our school can't afford any instruments, so we mainly just sing. Today we're learning a new song. The tune reminds me of one my father used to sing when I was really little. He would sing it when I was scared, and it would always make me feel better. And suddenly, I'm thinking of the words from that song instead of the one we're learning now.

Just close your eyes,

The sun is going down.

You'll be alright.

No one can hurt you now,

Come morning light,

You and I'll be safe and sound.

I think there are tears in my eyes. I raise my hand. The teacher calls on me.

"Can I please go to the bathroom? I'm not feeling well." The teacher nods, and I leave. But I don't go to the bathroom, instead, I walk away from the school. The teachers won't mind. I go to a place outside to the electric fence. There's a dandelion growing just on the other side. I remember the day when Katniss came home with dandelions for a salad, it was right after Peeta Mellark gave her a piece of bread. More words of the song come back to me.

Hold on to this lullaby,
Even when the music's gone.

Mother has the TV on when I get home. They're showing a recap of the deaths today. It's the boy from district one, and Rue. Rue was speared through the stomach. Katniss is holding her hand as she dies, and she's singing a song. I haven't heard Katniss singing in years. Not since Dad died. The song's a mountain air, a lullaby. It's about hope, and tomorrow, and love. And Katniss is crying. She doesn't cry at home, she always tries to hold it together, for me. But now she's crying. And it's making me cry too. Crying for Katniss, crying for Rue. For Rue's family, and district eleven, and the families of all the tributes in all the games. And the two songs merge together in my head.

I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I'd never let you go,
When all those shadows almost killed your light.
I remember you said don't leave me here alone.
But all that's dead and gone and past, tonight.

Here it's safe,
here it's warm,
Here the daisies guard you from every harm.
Here your dreams are sweet, and tomorrow brings them true,
Here is the place where I love you.

Just close your eyes,

The sun is going down.

You'll be alright.

No one can hurt you now,

Come morning light,

You and I'll be safe and sound.

The songs fits us so well. But it's wrong about one thing. We're not safe, we can be hurt, and closing our eyes won't make the pain go away.