This is my first ever FanFiction, so please comment your thoughts and opinions. I can't wait to make my story better! The whole story will be written in Katniss' perspective, unless a different characters name is written in all capitalised letters. Italics are the characters thoughts. Thanks for reading! Please contact me if you have any ideas as to how to improve this story!!!DISCLAIMER: All rights go to Suzanne Collins, I do not own the Hunger Games and all the mistakes are mine.
After I delivered the daily portion of food to the Hawthornes I decided to head home. Me and Hazelle kept this exchange a secret because if Gale would find out - he would refuse. No matter how much they needed it. I was a victor. I didn't need anything nie. I had enough money... Also, I enjoyed my daily visits to the Hawthornes. It reminded me of my life before the reaping.
As I went inside our house, I placed the berries and groceries on the counter. And creeped into the "apothecary" room, where all the herbs and remedies to treat patients were. Walking quietly to Prim, I pinched her sides. The room was filled with her childish laughter. I smiled. "You won't be getting away with this Katniss," I heard her yell trying to sound menacing, yet failing when her face was breaking out in laughter then she added, "you'll see, young lady!" I just shook my head, whilst giggling softly and went to unpack the groceries.
Soon we ate dinner in a friendly atmosphere as I was getting on better terms with my mother. Although, we didn't have the perfect mother-daughter relationship, we were happy together... And I could see Prim was relieved because of this.
Just as Prim was about to start explaining the events of her day, the TV turned on with the Quarter Quell announcement and mandatory viewing. We disregarded the food, and went to sit down on the couch.
There, President Snow appeared and began greeting all of Panem. He looked at the screen one last time before hissing, "On the 75th anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes will be reaped from the already existing pool of victors. " He looked at the screen again, his eyes glinting maniacally. Then the screen blacked out. I looked at Prim and my mother. They were staring at me, fear evident in their eyes. I saw Prim holding the remote control, her hand shaking slightly. "I think today you can have an early bedtime. What do you think little duck?" I said as gently as I could muster. Trying to keep my emotions at bay. She smiled weakly and nodded her head slowly. She kissed my mother and then gave me a bone crushing hug. Then, she went upstairs. At the last step she turned around and muttered, "You'll come back, Katniss, for me? Right?" I looked at those big blue innocent eyes and went up to her. I tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and muttered under my breath, "I'll try Prim, I'll try." I won't, I need to save Peeta. I owe it to him... She looked at me gratefully kissed my cheek and went to the bathroom.
After she was out of sight. I went downstairs, sat down on the couch and stared at the lifeless television. I scanned the room for an escape route, and tried searching my mothers location. After, I decided that my mother was probably looking over the herb collection. I slowly thought about the speech, and it hit me. I just came back from the Games and have to go there again? I will have to go to an arena filled with EXPERIENCED killers? Who ALSO won the Games and are better at killing than me... And at the end I will have to kill PEETA or HAYMITCH?!!! How DARE Snow do that! He took EVERYTHING we had and now the ONLY people that understand us? No... He promised us a life full of riches, and this is what he does to us?
I stormed out of my home, and barged into Haymitch's house. Actually more like a pigsty... I took some water and dumped it onto Haymitch and reached for the closest thing which happened to be an empty liquor bottle. "Have you heard about the Quarter Quell? The tributes are going to be selected from the existing victors!" I spat into his face. His skin turned as white as a chalk, but then he turned back into his usual sarcastic self. "Sweetheart, if you want to drink you mi-" Haymitch's lecture was cut short by the sound of a crashing bottle. His eyes widened in horror. I did this to 5 more bottles, whilst Haymitch dodged them and inched nearer to me. Then he withhold and hugged me. I wasn't expecting any of this, so I dropped the bottle. I was bracing myself for a wave of insults, and sarcasm... But it never came. Instead, I heard him whispering in his raspy voice: "Jeez, Sweetheart, we are all mad. Throwing bottles won't change that..." He wiped my tears gently off of my face and kissed my forehead. I slumped against him, for the first time in months, actually relaxing. However, soon I turned into a hot mess and started sobbing into Haymitch's shirt.
We stood there for a few minutes slowly rocking. We heard the front door open and quickly jumped apart. Peeta stood there and quickly ran to us. He asked in a concerned voice, "Did you hear about the announcement? What happened here, Haymitch? Katniss, are you okay?" Haymitch went to find a liquor bottle and began answering Peeta's questions, "Yes, Katniss just told me about the Quarter Quell... And, you know Sweetheart, some bottles were thrown as a cost." Peeta smiled faintly, but none of us were up to being happy. Suddenly I felt really bad. hadn't even thought about Peeta and his reaction to this... And here he is taking great care of us, and asking how we feel and what happened...
My trail of thought was cut short, as Haymitch called out: "Katniss?!" I snapped out of it. "Have you even been listening to me?," he paused searching my eyes, which were blank of any information, "we are going to train like the Careers." I was shocked. My mouth not being able to utter any words or even form sentences. "This is the only way we will even have a chance of survival..." I nodded absentmindedly. I needed to save Peeta, and I would do it at any cost.