And here's the next chapter! This one is from Prim's POV. This chapter was so much easier to write than the others because I feel like I understand Prim a lot better than Finnick at least, but let me know if I'm wrong. Do you think this POV sounds like Prim?

NightlockIsMyPoison- I enjoyed reading Finnick's POV he's the best, but if I were you I'd choose the character you understand the best to write from their POV so it's believable (I'm just saying this from my own experiences writing HG fanfic), but then again there's nothing wrong with experimenting. Overall, nice job! I'm excited to see how everything develops!

I definitely understand what you are saying. As I was writing Finnick's POV I realized I really didn't understand him like the rest, we really don't have much of a background about him or anything to help me write so I went with it, and experimented, and I said what I needed to say so I'm not very upset with it.

Enjoy the story!

My name is Primrose Everdeen. I'm fourteen years old. I'm from District 12. I was reaped in the 74th Annual Hunger Games but my sister Katniss volunteered in my place. I watched as she survived two Hunger Games. Now I'm in District 13. Katniss is hurt. I wish I know what was going on. Then I can help her.

Katniss gasps in her sleep behind me. She's been doing that a lot lately, for three days to be precise, but she still hasn't woken up. I wish she would. I want to know she's okay, and watching television at least I knew exactly what had happened and what was happening to her, but here, now, I had no idea if she was okay or what happened to her in the first place. But I do know this. Without motivation to wake up, Katniss wasn't going to wake up. Now, the only motivation I could think of was bringing Peeta back, but Coin had flat out said no when Katniss was injured.

I continue straightening the medicines. She starts mumbling. She does that a lot in her sleep too. She says my name a lot, and Peeta's name. She misses him so much, it hurts. Coin's an awful person. She doesn't care for anyone but herself. Katniss would be a much better president. But she's got enough responsibility as it is, being the Mockingjay.

It's so hard seeing her so damaged. The worst part of it all is she did it for me. It wouldn't have happened if I had gone into the games like I was supposed to. I would have died without a doubt, but at least Katniss wouldn't have been so hurt… at least she fell in love. That was something I'd always prayed for, but Katniss was always so set on the fact that she would never marry or have kids. I know she loves him though. She claims she doesn't, but she does. That's why we need him back.

Then everything falls apart. An alarm blares throughout the building. People run down the halls. There are a few screams. All the lights go red and begin blinking. We had to learn all the alarms when we came to 13. There was an invasion. I push down the fear in my stomach and run to Katniss's bed. I try to shake her awake. "Katniss, come on get up, please!" She doesn't move.

I know it's the Capitol. Nobody else would try to invade the Capitol. If they get a hold of Katniss, she's dead for sure. I have to wake her up. But she doesn't move, no matter how many times I shake her and yell her name. I'm almost in tears before he comes. Gale. He runs into the room and hoists Katniss over his shoulder, firm hands holding her waist. "Prim! Go!" He runs back out of the room.

I run down the aisle, looking for any other patients. It's lucky I do, because at the very end of the aisle laying in bed breathing softly was a little girl. She'd broken her arm earlier today and her parents decided to keep her in the Hospital Wing until their schedules for the day were over. Where was my mother? Surely she should be here by now; I was never on duty alone but today she put me on duty alone so that she could gather some herbs for medicines.

I shake the toddler awake, and she sleepily rubs her tired eyes. I try to tell her we have to hurry and get out of the room but the alarm tears the words from my mouth and she stares at me, so instead I just pull her out of the room, down the hall. I have to keep her safe.

Then I hear then. Footsteps. They're heavy and firm. The girl turns around and lets out a high scream. Without stopping, I glance backwards. I'm right. From white heavy boots to crisp white uniforms, peacekeepers take steady, slow steps. A few of the Peacekeepers grip the collars of other citizens who've been living in 13 with me.

My eyes fill with tears but they don't fall. The little girl slows us down with her waddling footsteps so I pick her up and run into the nearest room. It's a broom closet. Though it's full of equipment, the girl and I are small enough to fit so we squeeze in right in between a mop and a vacuum. It's tight, but we manage just fine. Anything to get away from the Peacekeepers.

I press myself to the floor and stare into the space beneath the door. Most of the boots pass the door without any hesitation, but one of the last pairs of boots pauses in front of the door. He couldn't know we're in here, could he? I prayed he would pass. The tears were now falling, and a tug the little girl into my lap and stroke her hair just like Katniss used to do to me. A shock goes through me. If the Peacekeepers find Katniss, she's dead for sure! But she was in the hands of Gale; she would be fine.

The pair of boots pass and I let out a silent cry of relief. We're safe. For now.

So what about this chapter? Any thoughts? Who's POV do you like best so far? Any guesses on what's going to happen? Just a few fun questions to think about. I hope you liked that chapter! See you next time!