I sit in the family room at the Mellarks with Prim on my lap. We have the T.V on, waiting for the chariot parade to come on. Caesar and the other guy (We never remember his name!) is comenteering the reapings and that stuff with Seneca Cane. When he says about a volunteer in the outskirt districts was something to look out for, we all smile slightly. We all know Katniss is strong, but only I know Peeta's strengths...

The chariots come out, starting from one. I prey to every sort of god-like figure I know that they will make a good impression on the crowd. They have to. They have to get sponsors. Peeta could easily wait until the interview to get sponsors, I mean, he made Gale and Katniss like him, and them two have massive grudges on the kids from town. Katniss... she's more complicated. She isn't very good at making friends. Well... ever since dad died. The only reasons that I am friends with most of the people that I am friends with now is because I've been friends with them for a long time. You know, Peeta, Rye, Wheat, Delly, Kira, and... well... Peeta's 'friends'. Oh, and Gale, but he's more Katniss' friend than mine.

Then, they come out. And my heart stops. They're on fire. On actual fire. Fire. Neither Katniss or Peeta has good experience with fire. Peeta often getting burnt by the oven stove and Katniss with wild fires(Me too). But they're on fire and they aren't screaming. They are holding on to the edge of the chariot for dear life, but no sign of pain. They're smiling. Both of them. No offence- okay, I don't care- WHAT THE HELL HAVE THEY DONE TO MY SISTER! Katniss never smiles. Not since dad died. Okay, she smiles at me and Prim, and sometimes in the woods and occasionally at Peeta- but that's not often. She's on fire, and she's smiling. She's in the capitol and she's smiling. And-Oh my gosh! She's waving and smiling... at CAPITOL PEOPLE! The people that she hates are now the people she seems that she loves! They're all chanting her's and Peeta's names. A few 'District 12''s can be heard through out the crowed of 'Katniss''s and 'Peeta''s. I look around the room at the moment and everyone is smiling. Even our mother. And that hardly happens.
"They're... happy?"
"They're... alive?"
"They're on fire?"
And then, I notice something as I look closer at their faces. It's fake. Both of their smiles are. Even Peeta's.
"They're fake" I say.
"What do you mean Rose?" Rye asks.
"Those smiles aren't real... they hate it. Just, look at Peeta's eyes real close- they're going grey. They only ever do that when he really hates something" I explain to them. They all look at the screen for a moment.
"How did you know that?" asks Peeta's father. I shrug.
"I just do, I guess" I shrug. I can't explain how I know. I just do. I've always know that. I guess it's because I have known him for so long...

But they've made an impression, and that's good. That's really good. They'll get more money that way. I hope so anyway.


After the tribute parade, I go home. I can't stay over at the Mellarks. Not without Peeta. I tuck Prim into bed and lie down with her until she is sleeping. Then, I get up to go out. My mom stops me in the kitchen.
"Where are you going?" she asks.
"Out" And I walk out the door. I walk through the district, not knowing where I was really going. But when I looked up and saw the fence, I knew exactly where I was going.
I couldn't hear the buzz of electricity, so I bent under the fence and into the woods. I run, I run the fastest I can. Now I know where I'm going. To the lake. I haven't been there for years, but I need to.

It takes me about an hour running, and half an hour jogging to get there. Once I do, I scream. I let everything out. I break down. But Peeta isn't here to comfort me now.


When I wake up, Prim is still sleeping peacefully in my arms. My lips turn up into a smile a little. I look over to Katniss' spot in the bed and my smile fades. They will be starting training today. Training to kill. I prey for a bow to be in the arena, so then Katniss will be fine. And stones for Peeta... you can kill people with stones, right? Like, big, heavy ones? I hope so. Peeta's strong. Like, really strong. I hope that will help him.

I get dressed and then go into the kitchen area. I get some bread that I traded with Peeta's father (he loves squirrels) and cut it into thin slices. It's not much, but it will have to do until I can to to the part of the woods where me and Katniss used to hunt. The part where there would always be game. I've dried up a lot of the woods, but I need to go deeper in. Gale will probably go hunting after school, so maybe I will go with him. Maybe we can talk...

My thoughts trail on until I hear the sound of sleepy footsteps. Prim comes into the kitchen and sits opposite me. Her as is as fresh as a raindrop. Her eyes are bluest in the morning- like the sky on a sunny day, only bluer. I hand her some bread.
"Thank you" she says in a low voice, trying not to wake our mother up. "Ro?" she asks.
""Mmm"
"Do you think there is a way that... that they can both come back?" she questions. Yes, I've thought about this. I've thought about it and come up with no solution. But now that Prim is asking, sweet, innocent, little tiny baby Primrose, then it forces me to think harder. I hear a meow and look around to see Buttercup about to pounce onto Prim's lap. I smile, as the cat brings back memories of both Katniss and Peeta. I fiddle with the ring on my finger for a moment, thinking about Prim's question. But no answer comes to my mind.
"I really don't know Prim... let's just hope, yeah?" she nods, but I can tell that she is not satisfied with the answer I gave her. I sigh as she puts her untouched bread back on the table and pets her beloved cat. We can only hope, and hope is the only thing we can have. But coming from district 12, there is hardly any in us. But, I guarantee by the end of the week, me and prim alone will have enough hope to spread across the whole of Panem and the wonderful world beyond. We need it, not just for us, but out mother. I hope that she wont turn her back on us again, like she did when our father died. I sigh and look at my sister again. I push her bread towards her.
"Eat, Prim. You need the energy" This gives her a hopeful look in her eyes. That just makes them bluer.
"Are we going to the meadow?" She questions excitedly, practically bouncing in her wooden chair.I chuckle slightly, nodding.
"If you eat that, we can go after school, then we'll go to the hob"
"Why the hob? Oh Rose, do we have to go there? You know that I dont like it there" she panics.
"We need the money, Prim. I guess you could always go hunting with Gale, you know, deep in the woo-"
"FINE! I'll go to the hob!" I smirk as she says this, then we both laugh quietly because we both knew that she would end up coming to the hob with me.

I look outside the small window of our home and see the sun rising. Peeta's second favorite part of the day, his first being the sun set. I notice a small tear running down my cheek as I think of my beloved Peeta. I wipe it away before Prim sees and turn to her.
"Come on, eat that and get dressed" I tell her. She quickly eats her bread and goes to get dressed. I force myself out of the chair, not ready for all the sympathetic glances I am bound to get. I haven't just lost my twin and my boyfriend, I've lost my two best friends in the world.


I walk along the corridor with my head down, no one joint to my hip today, for the first time... well, since the second I was born, really. Katniss and I were inseparable while little kids, and then Peeta came along and kind of attached himself onto me as well.

Whats that old saying? You can't chose your family, but you can chose your friends? That is so wrong! I didn't chose to befriend Peeta. To be honest, when he first came onto me, I was terrified of him. And Katniss, she is my friend and well as my family. Gale too. They are all family.

Now we are all torn apart.

And little Primrose. The capitol has wrecked her life compleatly, first killing our father in the mines and now our sister and Peeta. She's locking it all up, something she has probably seen Katniss and I do many times after our fathers death. I just fear that she is not just locking it up for our mother, but for me too. This is something I could always count on Prim not to do, all the times when Katniss did. Prim was always too innocent, too joyful to lock anything up. Maybe she is doing this now because she has no reason for joy, because she has no hope. Yet another family member the Capitol has ripped away from me. But im sure as hell gonna give her that hope back. Even if it takes every fibre of my living being, I will give my little sister that hope back, and I will stop at no costs, even if I have to kill Snow myself. I will give my little sister that hope back.


Hey guys, second chapter here! Hope you like it, I tried my best. Gonna be updating my other fics soon, so keep an eye out! Please review! And i know this is liken9 hours late, butt i fell asleep writing it...

LOVE YOU LOTS

ELZY XOXO