I wake up screaming from different horrors that haunted my dreams. It's almost noon. I must have overslept! Wait, what about Prim. I sprint to her room to see her peacefully doing to doll's hair. I exhale and take a seat beside her on her small mattress. I wish I could get her a real bed to sleep on, but sometimes you don't always get what you wish for. At least I could provide her with toys. I bought them from Mrs. Hawthorne before she left for Sector 4 with her husband and children.

"Hey, Little Duck," I greet.

"Hi Katniss," she says.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" I ask.

"Because, you looked so tired last night," she responds. I smile at her. Then she asks me,

"Katniss, do you miss Peeta?" This takes me aback. Of course I miss Peeta! I miss him almost as much as I miss my parents! And he isn't even dead! But I can't very well tell my little sister that I've become head over heels for the Prince of Panem! What example would I be setting?

"Only a little bit, Prim," I say. "Why don't I go hunt us some breakfast? How about a nice juicy turkey, berries, and some bread with cheese?"

"Mm!" Prim says, licking her lips. I go get dressed in a thin, orange hoodie, black jeans, my green hunter's jacket, and brown combat boots. I tie my hair back into a ponytail, grab two buckets, a game sack, and my bow and arrow.

Just as I'm about to go I hear someone calling my name.

"Katniss! Katniss!" It sounds like Peeta. I wax my ear out with my pinkie and listen again. "Katniss! Katniss!" I look, unbarricade my window and there sure enough is Peeta waving his arms calling my name.

"Peeta?" I call, more like a question than an alert. "Peeta what are you doing here?" I ask.

"They're coming for you and Prim!"

"Who's coming for us."

"My father and the guards! They found out you're living by yourselves and they're going to split you up!" When the words fly from his mouth I freeze. "You have to get out of there!"

I immediately react and go to my mother's old bedroom, where I find our family's old suitcases.

I use my parent's black suitcases to pack me and Prim clothes, my mother's old healing bag to grab us leftovers, Prim's little blue suitcase to pack her three beautifully crafted dolls and the stuff that go with them, and my suitcase heavy pink suitcase to pack my hunting equipment. I stuff everything into my large game bag and lead Prim to the secret escape.

"Where are we going Katniss?" Prim asks me.

"Somewhere we can be safe and together," I tell her. Then I hear Peeta call me again.

"Katniss do not step out of that house! Do you hear me? They have you surrounded! Stay there, okay? Stay there!" I peek out the window, making sure I'm not seen. Royal guard are surrounding the perimeter. My heart beats four times as fast. I search for Peeta and find him held down by Boggs and a boy about our age. "Let me go Marvel!" he shouts at the boy.

"I have my orders. Sorry cuz," he says.

'Peeta," I whimper.

I wish I hadn't over reacted and told him to leave. I want the safe security of his arms, right here, right now, but because he's trying to protect me he's being held down by his own cousin and his own guards.

Then I hear a loud bang. "Katniss! Katniss!" I hear Prim scream. "Katniss help!" I sprint down the stairs. The guards knocked down the door and two of them had Prim."Katniss!" she shrieks tears running down her cheeks.

"Prim!" I yell I try to run to her but two guards grab me. "Prim! No! Let her go! Prim!" I cry as I shriek her name louder than a banshee.

"Let them go!" Peeta yells. "No! Please! Let them go! Katniss!"

"Prim!" I shout over and over again.

I notice, as I'm being dragged out, that there are television crews. Out of the corner of my eye I see Caesar Flickerman dressed in his yellow themed outfit. It must look pretty crazy with three kids under the age of 17 screaming each others names.

Peeta and I lock into a gaze for split second.

The moment we see the tears in each other's eyes we let out a form of strength that I only saw in my father and let go. The minute we stop fussing Prim does as well and the guards lessen their grip. Peeta and I then broke free. Peeta sprinted to me and tackled me the strongest, warmest, and most grateful embrace I've ever had since my father died.

"Katniss," he whispers before muffling his face in my hair. I feel tears trickle from his eyes onto my hair. And I cry onto his shoulder. Out of the corner of my blurry eye I see the soldiers let their guard down. I can also see Prim wiggle out of the grasp of a soldier who I can now see clearly and hate. Stupid, flirty Lord Cato! Prim wiggles herself into our embrace and we laugh and squeeze her.

"Peeta Joshua Mellark!" I hear Peeta's father yell. Peeta releases his grip and pulls away with Prim in his arms.

"Katniss has been taking care of herself and Prim selflessly for 6 years and I'm sure that none of you could start to take care of your 3 year old sister, by yourself, without the help of your mother for 4 years. She's been doing her best to keep her and her sister together since she was 10. You can't separate them now," he says to his father.

"Then what are you suggesting they do?" King Mellark asks.

"Have them live in the castle," Peeta says firmly.