A/N

Hello It's me. This is chapter two. I have some ideas for later parts of the story so these first chapters are gonna be hints for the ending. That's it. I hope you have a good day.

Side note: Thank you Snakecompanion for allowing me to use your work of art for the cover image of this story.

Chapter 2

I was chasing someone.

I didn't know why or when but I didn't think much of it at the time.

My whole body was aching and for some reason, I couldn't stop.

My only goal was to catch up with this mysterious person whom I was supposedly chasing.

Suddenly they stopped.

I sneaked up on them and only then was I able to see my prey.

It was a girl no older than me struggling to get on her feet. She looked exhausted yet beautiful. She had faint freckles splattered all over her face, dark hair, and green eyes filled with some kind of fire. She was indeed gorgeous.

I studied her for a while taking in all of her features before outstretching my hand towards her.

"Who are you?", she whispered, afraid by the fact that I was covered in blood.

"What are you doing here?", she asked again louder. I wasn't able to answer those questions. Partly because I didn't know, partly because I was mesmerized by her beauty. I couldn't form a coherent sentence for life.

"Wake up Clove", was all I said, surprising both of us. I didn't know her, yet I was dreading the moment of our parting.

In a blink of an eye, I was gone.

And then it happens again. My father, the mining accident, me not being able to save him, his screams hunting me till this day. It's too much to take in. I don't want to sleep. I'm afraid that once I close my eyes my father will die all over again. There's nothing I can do but I have to be strong. For Prim. Prim. I go into my sister's room. Today is her first Reaping. She's twelve years old. I hope she doesn't get reaped.

I finally get to her room. Its accessories are neatly organized and placed.

"Prim", I whisper softly trying not to give her a heart attack. "Prim", this time I whisper-yell trying not to sound too harsh. As I see there's no point in my doings, I pull out her blanket causing her to fall straight onto her face. She groans and still half asleep slaps me across my face. "Ow", I fake the fakest hurt in my voice. I love my sister with all my heart, she could never hurt me even if she tried. "Oh god Katniss I'm so sorry I didn't even realize", she trailed off whilst examining my face for any possible injuries. "Prim It's okay you barely even touched me. No need to worry". I hug my sister and whisper soothing words in her ear in order to calm her down.

"You should get ready", I say to her, suddenly remembering that today is Reaping. "Go brush your hair, put on a dress and then meet me outside the house."

There's no way Prim will get drawn out. I have to stop worrying so much.

…

A lady named Effie Trinket stepped onto the stage. She was wearing literally tons of makeup that made her look like a ghost and was wearing a cyclamen dress. Her voice boomed through the whole district.

"Welcome, welcome", she started, getting only a few snorts in response.

"We have gathered here to select two tributes who will try their best to bring fame and glory to your district", she stated matter of factly.

"As always, ladies first". With that being said she rummaged through the box before pulling out one small paper. Please don't be Prim, please don't be Prim…

"Primrose Everdeen", she yelled at the District 12 citizens. I froze. I promised her I would protect her and now I'm letting her go to a death Arena.

"Stop, stop", I tried to get out of the death grip Peacekeepers had on me, failing miserably. I know what they want. I know what can stop them.

"I volunteer. I volunteer as a tribute".

The rest of it was a blur.