I OWN NOTHING. NOTE: IF THERE IS EVER ANYTHING CONFUSING, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO PM ME, I WON'T BITE, I JUST WANT TO MAKE SURE THAT THE THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD COME OUT CLEAR IN MY WORK =D

NOTE: I WILL ALSO BE GOING THROUGH AND REPLACING CHAPTERS WITH EDITED ONES SOMETIME THIS MONTH WHEN I HAVE TIME BETWEEN SCHOOL, HOMEWORK, AND CHORES.

ALSO, I SUCK AT WRITING THIRD PERSON, SO…THIS MAY BE A DISASTER. BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO BE IN PRIMS HEAD, SO, WE'LL SEE.

Prim

"I am
Alone in this bed, house, and head
And she never fixes this
But at least she...
I am
Alone, in this bedroom
She never fixes this"

~ Nails for Breakfast, Tracks for Snacks

By: Panic! At The Disco

The wind moved Prim's hair about her face, stirring her from her sleep. She looked around and saw tall grass surrounded her, and the bright sun shone down from above. The sky was the crystal blue of her mother's eyes, just a bit lighter than her own. There are few clouds, the only visible ones whisp artistically on the skies canvas, mimicking familiar patterns. Somewhere, a bird was singing, most likely a Mockingjay. Prim seemed to be in a field of sorts, and the outskirts were bordered by large trees. They grew, beautiful and strong, their trunks a deep brown like her sister's hair, and their leaves were a dark, healthy green. A pair of gray eyes peered down at her from a high branch on the nearest tree—the Mockingjay watched her, singing a heavenly tune. I don't know where I am, she thought, but I wouldn't mind staying.

Prim jump when the grass about her ankles stirred and she realize that she was not alone. She cautiously parted the grass, and found her mother lying on her back not far from the spot where Prim awoke. Her mother stretched, yawning, and her sky blue eyes opened.

"Isn't this place lovely?" she asks Prim enthusiastically, as if she came there often and was pleased to finally be sharing it with her daughter. The sound of her voice, excitement making her tone sound irreverent in this peaceful place, signaled the Mockingjay's departure, and it flapped its wings into the sunlight.

"Yes, very lovely." Prim said, feeling oddly alone even in her mother's presence. Prim didn't like to be alone with her mother for long. Whenever something sad or scary happened and Prim needed someone the most, Elizabeth drew into herself and shut all else out. She would sob for days and often become neglectful of Prim and Katniss's needs. Not that Katniss ever needed anything that she couldn't get for herself, and she always, always provided for Prim too. Even when their mother was functioning normally, Katniss was still the one who took care of Prim. Elizabeth styled Prim's hair, and made her clothes to wear. She cooked meals occasionally and tucked Prim in at night, but Katniss did everything else, from hunting for food to defending Prim at school when the other kids made fun of her small, fragile form. However, Katniss wasn't there, and Prim and Elizabeth were alone together in this strange wonderland.

The lonely feeling grew in Prim, taking over her thoughts and drowning out Elizabeth's remarks about the weather. Where is Katniss? She thought. Prim couldn't remember having seen her sister in several days. Somehow thought, she knew it was her fault. Elizabeth continued to babble on, her incoherent dribbles finally pulling Prim from her thoughts.

"I just love it here! I haven't been here in so long! Katniss just won't let me visit…" Elizabeth trailed off.

"What do you mean? You come here often?" Prim asked, not really caring.

"Why yes! I used to come here quite often. I remember the first time I came was right after your father… after he was gone. I was just so scared and so sad that I came here. This place is my sanctuary."

"This…this is where you go when you leave us?" Prim asked, finally piecing together what her mother was trying to say. This is where Elizabeth came when she checked out of the world mentally and didn't surface for days. No wonder she spent so much time here, it's beautiful and safe.

"I don't leave," Elizabeth said defensively, "I just…step out for a moment. It's like leaving the room, I'm right there. You can get me if you need me." Prim didn't have the energy to explain to her mother how wrong she was. If it was like "leaving a room" and she and Katniss could get her if they needed her, then it wouldn't be the problem that it is. As it turns out, Elizabeth's episodes take a great toll on the entire family, and it appeared as though she didn't even know she had caused so much pain. Prim sighed, frustrated with her mother, but unable to convey her feelings. This was neither the time nor the place.

Now that Prim knew where she was, stuck in her mother's imaginary sanctuary, it suddenly felt confined and depressing. As if on cue, the crystal blue sky faded to gray and thunder rolled in over the trees. The trees themselves shed all their beautiful leaves in unison, the leaves scattered in the wind, leaving the trees bare and menacing. The Mockingjay from earlier soared high above Prim and Elizabeth and issued one loud warning tune before diving for Prim. Prim shrieked and threw her arms over her head, the sleeves of her shirt being caught in the bird's talons. The bird flapped its wings mightily, and appeared to be trying to take flight with Prim in its grasp. It sang out once more, a desperate cry, beating its wings faster and faster, but in the end gave up, helpless. Releasing Prim's arm, it soared up to the sky and then doubled back, flying in a zig-zag pattern towards a small cabin that Prim had not noticed before.

The Mockingjay called out again, zig-zagging back and forth to the cabin.

"Do you want me to follow?" Prim asked curiously. The bird cried out again, its tone affirming what Prim had asked. Prim couldn't help but feel a bit scared now. Looking up at the sky she saw that the thunder was accompanied by lighting and a collection of small water droplets fell on her face.

"No! No not again!" Elizabeth cried.

"What? What's happening?" Prim asked, fear making her sound even younger than twelve than her small frame made her look.

"It's never good when the storm comes! The storm brings the voice!" Elizabeth shrieked, and she rolled herself into a ball on the grass, sobbing fitfully.

"Mother, what voice?" Prim asked desperately, finally becoming fully aware of the severity of her situation. She was stranded in a mysterious grove in the middle of a storm with an insane woman. Elizabeth didn't answer, but she didn't have to. With the next toll of thunder, a voice that was familiar yet difficult to place rang out over the field. Where were you when I needed you? The voice asked. Elizabeth cried out then, "My baby!" she screamed. You are no mother of mine. The voice echoed into nothing and the earth began to quake. Prim recognized the voice then as that of her sister, distorted with cruelty. She knew that Katniss would never say such a thing, but evidently, Elizabeth didn't. Prim was thrown off balance when the earths shaking surface became more violent. Elizabeth fell to her knees, Prim close behind her. Lightning struck a patch of dirt not four feet from Elizabeth's leg and both women shrieked.

"This is how it always happens!" Elizabeth was crying.

"Mother, we have to get inside!" Prim yelled, and she began to drag her mother towards the cabin.

"No! I can't go there!" Elizabeth wailed. She wiggled her arm free of Prim's grip and took off across the field. To Prims terror, the once endless field was now situated on a cliff overlooking the ocean. Elizabeth reached the edge in a moment's time, catching her balance just barely. Prim ran to her side.

"Why can't we go to the house?" Prim asked desperately.

"Because," Elizabeth wheezed, "It will take us home."

"It will! Then why aren't we leaving?" Prim exclaimed. "We have to get out of here!"

"No! I can't go back there. Not yet. I just got here!"

"You have to come home now! Please don't make us stay here!"

"No, it's okay Prim. Katniss always comes and gets me when it's time to leave. First there is the field, then the bird, then the thunder and lightning start. Then the cabin appears and the earth starts to quake and I always run to the edge and then next, I fall and-" Elizabeth's words cut into a sharp scream when the ground beneath her collapsed and she fell, catching the lip of the cliff just in time. Prim shrieked, watching her mother dangle precariously off the side of a cliff. She knelt down and began to tug at Elizabeth's arms, trying to pull her up.

"No! Katniss will save me, and then we can go home." Elizabeth said calmly. The earth shook again, and one of Elizabeth's hands shook free. Prim gasped, but Elizabeth seemed at ease.

"Mother, this is insane! We have to leave, let me help you!"

"No! Katniss will help. She always saves me!"

"Katniss isn't coming! She left to the games."

Elizabeth's calm reserved faded instantly. The look on her face was that of realization and then a spark of panic traveled between the two Everdeens. She struggled to swing her fallen arm back onto the ledge, grabbing desperately at Prims offered hands. The earth trembled again, and Prim lost her footing, sending Elizabeth and herself downward several inches. The Mockingjay from before flew high over head and cried a tune of victory. Suddenly indescribably inspired, Prim found the strength to hoist Elizabeth onto the ledge. With out need for telling, Elizabeth grabbed Prim's hand and the two headed quickly to the cabin. Prim threw the door open and stepped inside.

Prim woke in a cold sweat, unable to shake the dream she had been having. Elizabeth stirred beside her, opening her eyes momentarily before turning over and falling asleep once more. Somewhere outside, a mockingjay called out a comforting tune, and Prim went back to sleep, comforted by the knowledge that out there somewhere, Katniss was thinking of her, wishing for her safety. As for Elizabeth, Prim was in charge now, and the two women would need to figure out how to survive without their common rock.

OKAY SO I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH OF THAT MADE SENSE. IT WAS WRITTEN OVER A SPAN OF DAYS, SO I TEND TO GET MIXED UP. ALSO, I KNOW IT WAS BY FAR NOT ONE OF THE BEST THIRD PERSON POVS EVER, BUT IT WAS MY FIRST AND I WOULD LIKE TO THINK THAT FAN FICTION IS HERE TO ENCOURAGE US TO TRY NEW THINGS AND TEST OUR BOUNDRIES. CONSIDER MINE TESTED. PLEASE REVIEW EVEN IF YOU THOUGHT IT WAS DREADFUL. JUST BE CONSTRUTIVE AND I WON'T HAVE TO TRACK YOU DOWN AND BEAT YOU =D ~Summer