A/N:

My Response to Glittergirl20: Oh, haha! No, the second chapter wasn't even dinner! Hahaha. That was, like, the little snack tray that was placed out when they first got to the train, hahaha. The third chapter was just the dinner, the quick one. The filler. Anyways, haha. I guess you'll find out what the dad did to her, yeah? ;')

Like I've mentioned before, they weren't at the dinner. My story didn't get messed up, hahaha. Kiara wasn't as high in the second chapter, but in the third chapter, she was completely high and giddy.

And, oml, like I've mentioned before, that wasn't the dinner in the second chapter. That was just the snack.

"Just because you changed the POV doesn't meant the previous events can be changed."

Sweetie, I know that. Hahaha. The events weren't changed at all, you might've assumed that it was the dinner. The second chapter was literally the snack tray thing, hahaha.

My Response to Guest: Oh. Yes, Sokka has white hair as well. I wanted them to be reeeally different from any other District. And, oh, uh .. In the first chapter, it mentions that was 20 years ago or something, so it's the 95th hunger games hahaha. And, Kiara is a bit like Haymitch, sure, but she doesn't get drunk lmao. She gets high. Also, in future chapters, she starts showing her own personal traits, soooo.. And, hahaha, in this chapter and in future chapters, you will also see Aka's reason of not eating. Sooo. To her mind, she is not being foolish.

Anyways. Onto the fourth chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hunger Games.

Rated M for this chapter and future ones.

Chapter 4. Let Me Sleep.

Aka's POV

After dinner, we had to separate our ways once more. Fifa says that tomorrow we will be at the Capital, and meet our crew so they can "erase all of our flaws."

I say goodnight to my twin with swiftness, giving him a gentle hug. He hugs back briefly before letting go, walking over to his room. I do the same, my arms limp at my sides.

I refuse to dress into the clothes that the Capital left for us in these drawers. I huff softly, sitting down on my bed. I can't sleep, not just yet. I take off my shoes, along with my socks. Feeling around the dress a bit, I see that I have a small pocket just at my chest.

Why didn't I notice this before? I ask myself, feeling in the pocket with gentle fingers. I take out a necklace. I squinted at it for a moment, pulling it close to my face.

This was a mistake, right? I swear, this used to be my mother's. I gently carass the symbol that was attached to it. It was a simple vine, I think. Maybe. I'm not sure.

I grasp this close to me. Is this my token to the Games? Did my mom purposely do this? I'm guessing she did, as a reminder of home. Home..

I scrunch my nose up slightly, leaning back to lay on my side. I hold the necklace loosely between my fingers, sighing softly.

Closing my eyes, I try forcing myself to sleep, and I guess it works. I fall into a restless sleep.

Dream.

Aka's POV.

I laugh with my father, holding his hand as we walk back home.

His eyes crinkle just at the corners, creating my favorite smile in the world. I mean it. My twin's smile just can't compare to my dad's.

"I cannot believe you told her that, Daddy!" I say loudly. He shrugs, swinging our arms carefully.

"She was asking for it, I swear!" he replies, laughing shortly after.

I shake my head. "Still! That's a lady you were talking to!"

"Really? Looked like a big rat," he says lightly, smiling wider when it brought another laugh out of me.

I giggle again, swinging our arms with excitement.

I wake up. That was not a dream. More like a memory. Glancing around, I find that I am too tired. I collapse back onto my pillows, falling back into my deep sleep.

I always hated them. My chest. It was growing at a quicker pace. I am now 13, and they were already almost bigger than my mom's. I sigh, turning around.

"Dad," I call. He resorted to beer for the last week, finding nothing better to do. Walking around the house, and seeing him on the couch, makes my nose crinkle up. He had beer bottles lingering all around himself, and, wow, okay. He stunk. Bad.

His eyes perk up slightly. "Ah, hello there," he purrs. I flinch slightly.

"Hi, Dad. So, uh, what's for dinner?" My mom wasn't here to cook for us, her work catching up to her quickly. She was out almost every hour, not bothering to come home.

He squints. "I dunno," he responds, his voice dropping slightly at the end. He picks up a half-full bottle, chugging it down. I wonder why he would do such a thing as I flick hair out of my eyes.

"Oh, uh.. Do you have any ideas? At all?" Probably not. He was rather drunk.

He chuckles, a hiccup interrupting the sound. "Nope." He pauses, letting out a loud belch. Ew. I scrunch up my nose when he pats the seat next to him.

Cautiously, I sit next to him. I was fairly away from him, until he pulled me into his side. "Dad," I grumbled gently.

Almost instantly, he grips my hip. I struggle slightly. "Dad?"

He responds with another chuckle, his hand trailing out to grasp my left boob. I gasp out, instinctively kicking him. I want to get away.

His grip tightens, and, oh god, it's painful. I freeze, tears collecting in my eyes.

"Sokka!" I screech. "Sok-"

He covers my mouth, pushing me down. "Be quiet, girl, or else I'll choke you," he growls. I whimper, tears spilling out and trailing down my cheeks.

"D-Dad," I whisper, "s-stop." He rips off my shirt, cupping my bra-covered breast. He easily unclips it, throwing it behind him.

I cover myself, whimpering. He slaps my arms away, taking both of my wrists into one of his hands. I still kick at him, but it's limited. He's sitting on my legs.

He smacks my stomach harshly, earning a muffled cry from me. He laughs out, playing with my chest. I cry, sniffling loudly.

He smacks my shoulder, leaving a red mark. I try to stay quiet, but when he starts to take off my pants, I really start to struggle. He grumbles out, punching me hard in the gut. I let out a sob, although it's muffled.

Quickly, he rips off my pants, taking off my underwear. I struggle even more, kicking around.

No, no, no, no, no, no, don't touch there, please -

He touched me. I shudder, wriggling a bit to get out of his grasp. He chuckles out, taking off his own pants. I find that he wasn't underwear completely disgusting.

I cry, knowing what's going to happen. He enters me, ripping me -

It's not going to fit, I want to say. Stop! T-This is wrong. Please stop.

But he continues.

On and on and on, filling my mouth and my area with his nasty fluids.

I snap awake, tears streaming down my cheeks. I let out gross, choked out noises. I huddle closer in on myself, trembling as I let out more of the choked noises.

It hurts, I want to say. So bad.

But I don't.

Because I find that I lost my voice, hidden so far away and not wanting to come out again.

A/N: There we go. Next chapter, they will be at the Capital.

As always, review.

~iiCollz.