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Chapter 3-Katniss's POV
Katniss age: 14
As soon as I got home I limped to the side of the house were the faucet was and rinsed the blood off my legs and hands. Once I limped in side I put the dress in cold water, but I was still bleeding. Was I supposed to bleed this much? I placed some of my material I use when I'm on my period (I have no clue what they would use so I guessed) in my underwear to keep from staining anything else and to keep my legs clean so Prim won't notice. Then I scrubbed the remaining blood from the dress and hung it next to the fire and added a few more logs to help keep us warm tonight. Then I limped to my bed and hoped sleep would help me feel better.
The next morning I woke to Prim shaking me violently. Since when does Prim not let me sleep in or at least wake me nicely on my non-hunting days? As I roll over to look at Prim I feel sore between my legs, but I also feel wetness. Oh no does the tarp have a hole in it now as well! But I'm not really that cold as I open my eyes I don't see snow but instead a layer of red on my bed. Then it clicks Cray took my purity last night that's why my legs hurt and my cloth must have come out of my underwear and allowed the blood to stain the bed.
"Katniss what happened why are you bleeding so much," asks Prim. "It's nothing Prim just that time again." "But it's not your time yet you just had one two weeks ago." Dang it, when did she start keeping track of these things? "Why don't you go get mom and I'll have her look at me then," she nods and hurries out of the room to get my mom.
While she does that I limp into the bathroom to rearrange the material in my underwear and to get out of these blood stain clothes. As I take off the clothes I realize that the material did not move it's still in my underwear and it is soaked in blood. Well that's not good. "Katniss are you ok your bed has a lot of blood on it," my mom says as she knocks on the door. I open the door to let my mom in and she gasps when she sees me. I don't look that bad do I?
"What, what's with the gasp?" Instead of answering me my mom simply turns me around to look at the coal dusted mirror and then I see it, the reason why my mom gasped I am covered in bruises.
A/N-
Yay another chapter up sorry about the gap in updates I had been really sick during Christmas break and then I've been uber busy with school and sports; but I'm here now and I'm writing the next chapter right now so it will be up today or tomorrow.
~Waffles