So, very short chapter, I'm sorry about that. It's been quite a while since I wrote the prologue, quite honestly I had no intentions to continue this story. But here I am, motivated again. I'll try to upload soon again. And make the chapters longer. But here you go. The first chapter.
She stood there, watching herself in the mirror. Her brown hair was up, showing off her beautiful face. Or that's what her mother said. She didn't agree, but was not interested in arguing. She was wearing a blue dress, that made her grey eyes glow. Again, words. From her mother.
Today was the reaping day. The day that a woman would be taken away. Forever. Katniss didn't know much about what happened after you got your name called. She knew the basics. A man. A baby. Death.
But she didn't know how it worked. She had no interest in finding out. By no means, was it pretty. Nothing that the Capitol did, was pretty.
Life was hell.
There was barely any food. People were dying. Sick. Cold. Sad. Scared.
Snow was out there. In his lovely mansion. Katniss knew he had slaves too. Avoxes. A couple of women who he spared from death, only to literally slice their tongue out, and use them as sex slaves. The sick man had his needs.
There was also a party to be held, right after the reaping. After all, the first child was arriving today. It had been sixteen years since the first reaping and now the first formed baby was coming home. If you can call it that. Katniss knew she was a girl. So she was arriving to District One.
Katniss didn't look beautiful. Her eyes were dead inside. She was skinny. Really really skinny. You could count the bones in her body. She doesn't remember the last time she had sleep without a nightmare. She was shaking. Yet she felt almost nothing. Just numb.
She watched herself in the mirror. Her grey eyes didn't even look grey.
They were empty.
There was no one there.
"Are you ready honey? We have to get going. It's a big big day!" Prenna, Katniss's mother's voice startled her.
Katniss doesn't really know what happened to Prenna. I mean of course, it is quite logical the woman lost her mind. Her baby Primrose had been ripped away right after being born, only to be killed. Her husband died. She lost everything. Her mind. But Prenna seemed so lost. She even started supporting the capitol and it's actions. Surely the woman had no idea of what was going on anymore. She believed the Capitol was good. But then again the poor woman barely remembered her own name.
Rarely. Rarely Katniss could see her mother's eyes turn into the soft blue she once had. Prenna seemed like she was herself again. She would sit there and converse with Katniss for a while. Then her eyes would shift again.
And just like Katniss. There was no one there.
But at least Katniss was quite sane. She knew the truth. She knew what was good and bad. She knew who the enemy was.
She just didn't care anymore.
Nothing mattered.
She didn't answer Prenna. But she just nodded her head, and walked out of the room, ready to go.
To the reaping.
Walking into the darkness.
To never see her home again.
Or her mother.