Hello, guys. Thank you for dropping by to read this story. I really appreciate it :). You may have noticed that I wrote two other books that preceded this one but don't worry, you don't need to read it. I mostly wrote these other book to get a sense of who Heather (my OC)was and a good sense of the chronological events that occured in her life.

Anyways, this book will have 3 parts. Each part taking one a different Hunger Games book. For example, this part, will focus on the first book of the Hunger Games series. I will start off each part with a scene from Heather's life before she became a victor.

Once again, thank you for taking the time to reach this and I really appreciate it. Please leave a review if you can!

Warmth spread through her left arm as the heat from the sun rays shined on it. Heather was awake but she kept her eyes close, not feeling the need to get up yet. She rolled on her stomach and stretched out her body. Only after a few seconds did she open her eyes.

Heather was blind, but not totally blind. She had what her father called a low vision. Her sight wasn't completely gone but limited. She could see light, colours and shapes but she couldn't read, recognize faces or match colours together. Everything in her sight was blurry and unclear. She hated it. She preferred to close her eyes most of the time. To her, the idea of being totally blind was better than having limited sight. To have the ability to see but not make out anything was the worst. It was like the universe was taunting her. And she hated it.

Heather recalled how just two months ago, she had the ability to see. But everything changed after she touched that wretched plant. Not only did it make her partially blind but it burned some of her skin as well. Wistfully, she reached out her hand and touched her foreman where some of the burns used to reside.

Slowly, Heather got up and grabbed her cane from where she left it last night. She exited her room and went to the bathroom. When she got out, Heather saw a blonde tall figure in front of her. She immediately identified it as her 19-year-old brother, Aeson.

"Good morning, little sister," she heard the smile on his face.

Heather grumbled, not feeling up the joy of her brother.

"Now, now, that's no way to say good morning," he told her.

"Uh-huh," she said unimpressed.

"Come on, now," he said and went to pick her up in his arms.

"Hey!" Heather called out in protest. "Put me down!"

"And risk you falling down the stairs again," he contracted. "Not a chance."

"That was one time," Heather whined.

"And one time can turn to two, and two into three and three into four," Aeson listed. "Next thing you know, you have a concussion that we can't treat and you die. Then dad and I get depressed and die too of heartbreak."

"That's not gonna happen and you know it," Heather crossed her arms.

"Maybe," he said, but he didn't seem to care though.

He finally put her down when they reached the ground floor. Aeson handed her cane and yet he still held her hand. Heather frowned but didn't resist and let him be. She knew her brother was very worried about her. Heather didn't mean to act like a brat towards him but it annoyed her to no end that he was constantly hovering over her. It got to the point where he wanted to feed her.

"I'm blind, not disabled," Heather had told him at the time.

In the kitchen, Heather saw another figure hanging around who was undoubtly her father. She sat down and he approached her to press a greeting kiss in her temple.

"Good morning, dad," Heather giggled as his stubbled tickled her skin.

"Morning, sweetie," her dad greeted back.

"Oh, so he gets a good morning and I don't," Aeson complained.

"That's because he doesn't annoy me like you do," Heather pointed out.

"Annoying you," he repeated, sounding highly offended as if he couldn'nt believe what he just heard. "Or do you mean, taking care of you?"

They continued to bicker throughout the breakfast but their dad didn't complain. They knew that he secretly enjoyed their bickers, amused by the weird points that his children would bring out as the argument grew viciously.

Heather wished that she cherished these moments back then. But she didn't know that she was going to lose them later on in her life. She didn't know how lonely she was going to be in the future.