So there Sam was in a military training camp. Training was only about a week long, since they needed as many solders on the battlefield as soon as possible. The government wanted to make sure their solders were smart enough not to shoot themselves in the foot though. Right now, they were giving Sam a buzz cut. His gorgeous honey hair reached his chin; just about every girl was obsessed with it. He watched as his hair fell to the floor, his life falling along with it. "Ok Samuel we're done here." Sam looked into the mirror. This person was not Sam, not it was someone foreign. "Gee…thanks." Sam responded. He got up out of the chair, punching the mirror as hard as he could. "Thanks for nothing." He screamed at the stylist. The stylist looked appalled at what he was hearing.

Sam's hand was dripping in blood. It was screaming "I'm hurt", but Sam ignored it, for the physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional pain. Numerous glass shards were stuck in his hand. Sam ran out of the room. "Stop!" The stylist yelled. But Sam didn't listen. Sam ran down the hallway until he reached a door with the numbers 436 etched on it. He pulled out the keys from his pocket with his uninjured hand, and unlocked the door. Sam opened it, the looked behind him to see if he was being followed. There was a trail of blood leading to where he was. "He went that way!" Someone shouted. Sam shut the door, locking it behind him. "Let us in." A man exclaimed, pounding his fists on the door. Sam raced into the bathroom. He turned on the faucet, the splashed some cold water on his face. Sam's entire face was now covered in his own blood. "I see violence has done you no good 'eh Sammy?" Sam looked up into the mirror.

It was a little girl, the age of about five or six. She had angelic blonde hair which was in perfect little ringlets. She wore a white tattered dress, and was clutching a small brown teddy bear in her small, fragile arms. She was completely covered in blood. "Saire….." Sam said, not believing what he was seeing. She was staring at him with those innocent looking blue eyes she had always used to manipulate him when they were kids. "I'm surprised that you remember me, you guys never talk about me, Sky and Sami don't even know what I exist!" She was screaming now. She walked up to Sam, touching his forehead. Images of that night filled his head.

~13 years ago~

Sam was chasing his older sister. "I'm gonna get you Saire the fairy." Sam collapsed, laughing as hard as he could. "Don't you dare ever call me that again." She yelled. She raced over to him, and then pushed him to the ground. "Mommy! Saire pushed me!" Sam yelled. "Did not!" "Did too!" "Did not!" The mother walked outside. "Oh ok you two come inside for some chocolate chip cookies." She said. "Yay!" The two cheered, trampling each other as they ran inside. Sitting on a wooden table was a plate with a dozen or so chocolate chip cookies.

"Thanks Mommy!" Sam and Saire exclaimed. "Sweeties I have to go to the neighbors, I'll be back in twenty minutes. Do you two mind staying here by yourselves?" "We can handle it." They said, grins on their tiny faces. "I see that I can trust you two enough, be good!" She walked out the door, blowing the two a kiss as she walked out.

"Sammy we are getting' old." Saire said, talking in an old granny voice. She hunched over, and pretended to be walking with a cane. "Where's Kitty 56? I last saw him with Kitty 72." The two burst out in laughter. "Saire you're gonna be a cat lady?" Sam asked. Saire stuck her tongue out. She reached over to the plate, removing a cookie from it. She flung it at Sam, and it hit him in the face. "I got you!" Saire yelled. They threw cookies at each other until none were left. After the great cookie massacre, they both decided to look at the clock. Their mother had left an hour ago.

"Saire where's Mommy?" Sam asked. "I don't…" Saire was interrupted by the sound of the door swinging open. Their mother collapsed to the ground, a knife sticking out her back. They both rushed over to her. "Mommy are you ok?" They asked. Saire pulled out the knife from her mother's back. It was covered in her mother's blood. Saire let out a bloodcurling shriek. "Oh, I'm afraid your mother isn't ok." A voice said. "Now move you brats."

This was originally supposed to be a long chapter but I chose not to. The next chapter probably will be though. If you haven't figured it out by now, Sam is adopted. Why did the mother leave her children all alone? That should be explained in time. You will find out what happened to the father in the next chapter. Please review!

~ a. e. everdeen