"M-mom?" I stutter. It couldn't be my mother. My mother's is always strong and collected. The figure that stands in front of me drooping eyes and dark circles as if she hasn't slept in days. Her hair looks like she's never heard of a comb. The only time I've seen her like this is when she has her nightmares. Dad's always there to comfort her though…Dad…he's not here.
"Prim, Gale," she chokes out. Suddenly she searches the house urgently. "Where's Madge?" she asks. "She went out to get a few things," I say. "Where's Daddy?" asks Gale scared to know the answer. "He has been," without warning she breaks out into tears. "It's alright," I say, "you can tell us when you're ready." She nods her head understandingly and sits on the couch.
First Uncle Gale now my dad, who's next? Is my father dead? Is he sick? Is he also in a coma? Fear fills me thinking of the possibilities so I stop.
Aunt Madge comes in with one bag of groceries but immediately drops at the sight of my mom. "Katniss!" she exclaims, "What are you doing here?" She runs over and hugs her tightly. "Peeta," my mother manages to say. Aunt Madge's eyes fill with shock. "The Capitol," she forces herself. "It's alright," comforts Aunt Madge, "let's get you cleaned up."
After mother is fixed she helps Madge with dinner. We sit in silence everyone dying to know what happened to our father but we're patient.
When dinner is finished Gale and I are instructed to go to our room. We go up the stairs quietly and I wish Gale good night. After he closes the door of his room I listen closely to what is being said downstairs.
"Tell me," instructs Aunt Madge. "Alyssa, snow's daughter, sent in hovercrafts and they just started taking people. And as if reliving the time at the end of the seventy fifth Hunger Games, they took him, they took Peeta."
I didn't know what to think so I ran to my room and closed the door. I climbed under the covers and cried. They'll surely kill him. If not torture him. History indeed has repeated itself and as usual the odds are not in out favor.