(A/N): Sorry for the slow update! I was working on my other story. Plus, it's kind of hard to write this kind of story. It'll be explained at the end authors note. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy, and please review :)

Katniss POV

My senses are tingling. On the far corner of a white room, lays Prim with bloody clothes, open eyes. On the other end is Peeta, with the same bloody clothes and lifeless blue eyes. In my hand is an injection.

"Who'll you save Katniss?" A voice resounded in the room. I have heard that voice once or twice, but I now realize that I have nowhere to run. I try to take one step to Prim's direction, and Peeta's starting to get weaker. I don't know who to choose. I look at my two options. I can't decide. Then they immediately get weaker, with each second they're screaming for their lives. Every second, they fall even faster. They're dying.

"Who're you going to choose, Katniss? You have two seconds to decide and run," The voice said. I can't pick. I begin to tear up. I can't decide. Prim or Peeta. Prim or Peeta. Then in a snap, I see both of them falling, their lifeless body spiralling down to the cold hard ground.

"No!" I yell and weep.

I woke up in a cold sweat. Somebody's shaking me but I can't decipher who it is in the dark room. I squint my eyes to adjust to the darkness and see the crystal blue eyes of Peeta.

"Katniss! Wake up!" He says as I adjust to the dark. I move up to the headboard of the bed and he sighed. "Good you're awake. I heard you screaming awhile ago. Are you okay?" He asks and I nod my head. "Bad dreams? Because you screeched no, what happened?" He asks.

"I don't want to talk about it," I say. I don't want to tell him that I can't choose between him and Prim. He'll find out that I like him. It's too embarrassing. Everyone knows that I loved Prim more that my own life. So telling him that I can't decide between him and Prim will be practically making him know that I love him.

"Oh. Well breakfast is in five minutes. I figured that you wouldn't want to be woken up by Effie," he says as he walked out the door, smiling. Why is he smiling? We're about to go to our death's in the arena in a few days.

I roll my eyes and walk towards the shower.

Once again, I'm stuck at a dilemma. Which button do I push? I pressed at a button and no scent arrives. Finally! I just have to remember that every time I take a shower. I finish my shower, and wear a black shirt with matching black pants that Cinna laid out for me. I sigh as I went out of the room to go to the dining area.

When I got to the dining area, I see that everyone's there already.

"Nice of you to come by, sweetheart," Haymitch asks. "Heard you had a rough night," I look at Peeta, who got interested at his plate. I shake my head and got my food, before I sat.

"Okay, training starts at ten. Now I don't want you to go to your specialties. Katniss, stay away from the bow and arrows, while Peeta, stay away from the weights. You have to save that for your private sessions with the gamemakers," He says, taking a bite out of his pancake. I looked at my food, and dug in. It's delicious, but I remember to pace myself. I don't want to throw up.

While we were eating, we were discussing more strategies like how to build a smokeless fire, how to avoid the blood bath and stuff like that. Who knew that, after twenty-four years of mentoring, Haymitch will be able to answer any of our questions? Even the ones like how never to go to feasts unless it's a real necessity or that they weren't allowed to give gifts at that time period. Who knew that Haymitch will know about that? Our district barely reaches the top eight, sometimes even sixteen. When we stand up, I notice that Peeta's wearing the same thing as I am.

"So the twin act is still up?" I ask Haymitch.

"Yes," he says sternly. "Now, in training, I want you two to stay together at all times," I begin to protest but Haymitch cuts me off. "We made a deal. I'll stay sober, you do as I say," he says and I remember that deal. But hey, if it can keep Peeta alive I'm on board. Me, Effie, and Peeta walks towards the elevator talking about the new fashion designs in the Capitol. I tune her out, as I notice Peeta tuning her out as well. He caught me looking at him, and he smiles. While trying to stop the inevitable blush, we reach the bottom of the training center.

The training center is huge. I bet that this is even bigger than half the Seam. It's so big. With dark walls and dark aura, it feels like the game has already begun. There I see that Peeta and I are the last ones down there. The other tributes looks at us expectantly until a woman named Atala gathered us in a circle, and talked to us.

"Strictly no fighting!" She says for the fiftieth time since that start of her speech where she talked about the odds of our probably death. Just like the Capitol to talk about the lives of twenty-three kids who'll be ended, for their stupid entertainment.

"Where do you want to start?" Peeta says.

"How about knots?" I say as we go to the knot-tying section. Turns out, Peeta was pretty okay with knots. His intricate fingers, that does the cakes that I love seeing in the bakery so much, can tie up one of the advanced knots that I've perfected already. He's really pretty good at this. After the knot-tying section, we head over the spear throwing section, and dare-I-say Peeta's a natural. His first throw ended up at the torso of the dummy. It was good. When I threw my spear, it didn't even hit the target.

"Here let me help you. First, you raise your arm up a bit, and then with one forceful throw, using your thumb and pointer, you throw it," He holds my hands and throws the spear in it. It hits dead center.

"Thanks," I say as he threw his next spear, this time hitting a ring outside the heart.

"Hey I think we have a shadow," He says pointing to my back where I see the little girl from eleven, Rue.

Practice wasn't really eventful. The usual career alliance showing off while the other tributes cower in fear. I just shrug them off. None of them are going to win. Peeta's going to win. When he does, Haymitch will tell him how I feel. That's enough for me. My family can go on without me. With the people in the mines digging deeper, there are bound to be accidents, and my mother will be there to help them. I know it's not good wishing for people to be hurt, but I can't help but think it. I mean, people in the games will get hurt. It's just the way it's always been.

It's been three days in the training center. Somehow, I managed to avoid the bow and arrows. Whenever I take a glance at it, a girl with blond hair and green eyes, kept on getting frustrated with her inability to use the weapon. It's just stupid. She should just stick with what she learned in their stupid academies. It's been three days. Now, I'm waiting for the gamemakers to call me. Haymitch told me that the gamemakers score will help our sponsors. They will want to sponsor us if we get a high score. We already made a bang at the tribute parade, but it couldn't help to give them another reason to sponsor us.

"Katniss Everdeen," The voice said. I'm the last one there. When I entered the room, I heard singing. I looked up at the gamemaker lodge and saw them drinking. They better pay attention. They don't.

"Katniss Everdeen, District twelve," I say, that managed to get their attention. Most of them turn to face me and I went to the bow and arrows. I get the bow. It's slightly heavier, and the arrow is thinner. I hope it doesn't mess up my aim. I aim for the heart of the dummy. I let go of the string, but missed a couple of inches. The gamemakers laugh at my mistake. I shot another arrow, this time hitting dead center. I smiled at my short success and looked at the gamemakers. They're all looking at a roasted pig. If they're going to decide my life in the arena, they have to just be aware that I'm in the room with them. I am furious at them, and before I know it. An arrow has lodged itself in the apple of the pigs mouth.

"Thank you for your kind consideration," I say walking out, proud of what I did. Even if it might get me killed, they should learn to pay attention.

"You did what?" The sound of the pink-haired Effie Trinket said.

"I was mad, they weren't paying attention to me," I defend. Effie shrugs my defence as Haymitch walked into the room. Oh no. I'm going to get yelled at by my mentor. Is there anything worse than having your lifeline in the arena mad at you? I was expecting a yell but I was greeted by a soft voice.

"Nice job, sweetheart," said the voice of Haymitch.

"Nice Job?" Effie freaked out. "Do you have any idea on what they're going to do to her now?"

"Like what? As you've probably noticed, they've already had revenge on hair. So calm down and have drink, " he says as he sat down. When Effie has calmed down, and Haymitch quits joking around about how they looked like, how they reacted and he couldn't stop laughing when I told him that one of the gamemakers fell on the punch bowl.

When I realized what just happened, I run to my room without hesitation. I just ruined my shot. Now they're going to want to kill me. Oh my. I need Peeta to win. Now, if they figure out that I like him, they're going to want to kill him too. Damn! I didn't think this through. I lie down in my bed thinking hard, when someone knocked at the door and a cool voice sounded in my room.

"Hey, are you okay?" It was Peeta. I opened my door and turned around, but he stopped me and brought me to somewhere. He brought me to a flight of stairs and I was brought to what must be the rooftop.

"What happened? Why are you crying?" He said wiping away a tear. Why is he doing this?

"I'm okay," I say.

"Good, now let's go back. But we could stay here if you like," Why is he being so nice to me?

"Can you tell me a story?" I ask,

"What kind?"

"About Christine," the words just came out of my mouth. He chuckled and talked.

"Well, she liked me first and I learned to like her. Not really learned though. My mother threatened to punish me if I don't go out with her. Her father's a doctor you see, so he's really rich," said Peeta.

"Nice," is all I can say. We had silence for awhile so I asked what has been bugging me. "Why did she break up with you?"

"Why shouldn't she? I'm going to the hunger games. My chance of winning is a million to one," I can't believe that he thinks that.

"Well that's no way to think, and that was wrong of her," I say.

"How about you and Gale? Did you end it?"

"What? Gale and I aren't dating. It's not like that," I say defensively. I wanted to say that it was him that I liked, but that seems stupid.

"Really? Because by the way he looks at you, it looks like he wants you," he says.

"Well, I don't feel that way about him. That'll never change. There's only one person for me," I can't believe I just said that!

"Who?" I just shake my head. "Why? Why don't you want to talk about it?"

"I just can't, okay?" I took all I had not to tell him, but he must not know. "Can we go now?" I ask before he can bring up another question. We walk back to the twelve floor in silence, and by the time we reach it, they're announcing the scores.

(A/N): Thanks for reading guys! You make this worth writing.

Please review, if you have any ideas and stuff. Or comments, negative reactions.

It's really hard to work on a story like this so I really hope that you like this. It's really hard to write in a girl's POV like this because I'm a straight dude who thought of giving this idea a shot. Even while writing this, I still as my friends on how a girl will normally react to a situation like this. So... I hope you guys like it. I've been working real hard including, reading fanfics of Katniss being like this, just so I can get her to be in character. So I apologize for the slight out-of-context Katniss that I've made her out to be. :)

Hope you like it and please review :)

-Lee