My nightmare jolts me awake. It's early, there's usually a soft glow from the rising sun peeking through my threadbare curtains, but today I don't even get that.

I sigh, and the air leaving my lungs comes out in shudders. I had hoped to get at least a little rest, but considering that it's Reaping day I'm not surprised that I'm struggling.

"Peeta?" I roll over, and softly nudge the sleeping boy lying next to me.

It takes a couple of tries, but eventually he stirs and his breathing picks up. "Katniss? What time is it?"

"Early. I had a nightmare." My body involuntarily trembles at the mention of my dream, and Peeta frowns.

Peeta's arms wrap around me tighter, and he sighs. "Want to tell me about it?"

I shake my head. "What good would talking about it do? You can't promise me it won't happen so there's no use."

This nightmare always starts off more or less the same. It starts off at the Reaping, and Prim's name is called. Before I can react, suddenly I am sitting in our living room, forced to watch my sister die over and over.

I've had this dream several times now, and my one comfort is at least last night's version of said dream was somewhat tame. Sometimes Peeta's name is called too, and then I am forced to watch the both of them suffer.

Peeta's grip tightens, and I jolt out of my trance. "Sorry."

"I won't let anything happen to either of you if I can help it." His lips find my temple, and I allow myself this moment with Peeta.

I smile, and nuzzle deeper into Peeta's side. Just a few years ago, I ignored his glances from across the courtyard or in the hallways. Now we were inseparable.

After Peeta tossed me the bread that would go on to save our lives, I stopped by the bakery hoping to trade. Peeta's mother wasn't around, so I had knocked tentatively on the back door.

I had expected Mr. Mellark, Peeta's father, to come to the door. Instead I came face to face with Peeta. Half of his face was swollen, along with a black eye. My stomach had dropped at the sight of him.

"Peeta, right?" I cringed at how uncaring I sounded. Of course I knew his name. He had taken a rolling pin to the face to feed me and here I was acting as though I had no idea who he was.

Granted, we were only eleven-year-old children. But Peeta was the bravest eleven-year-old I would ever meet, and he deserved a proper thank you.

Peeta had smiled at me, seemingly in shock that I remembered his name. "Yeah, I'm Peeta."

"Thank you, uh, for the bread." My gratitude was awkward and rushed to put it lightly, but it was worth it when Peeta broke out into a grin and beamed.

"You're welcome. I couldn't just let you starve."

I cleared my throat, not used to being looked at by a boy in such a way. "So, where is your father? I was hoping to trade."

Peeta nodded, before ushering me in quickly and shutting the door behind me. "Stay in here, it's warmer than out there. I'll go grab him for you."

He disappeared through the kitchen door, and I watched it swing shut behind him.

Shivering, I brought my hands up to my mouth and tried desperately to warm them up by breathing heavily. I resituated my game bag, and sighed as it settled on my shoulder. It wasn't nearly as heavy as my father's bag had been after a trip out to the woods.

Granted, though my father had done his best to teach me how to hunt, I had struggled without his guidance. Even while he was still living I had found it very difficult to make any progress unless he was overseeing what I was attempting.

That particular day had been a victory for me, and I had managed to shoot two squirrels. My father would've been so proud of me.

My throat grew tight at the thought of my father, and my heart clenched painfully. I sniffed, and blinked frantically to try to will the tears away.

This is the state Mr. Mellark found me in. My cheeks burned as he turned the corner and I realized I had been caught in a moment of weakness.

If Mr. Mellark noticed however, he didn't say anything. Instead, he held out two fresh loaves of bread wrapped up in white paper. "Here you are, fresh out of the oven." His voice was low and gruff but his eyes almost seemed to twinkle.

"Mr. Mellark, isn't this much more than you would trade my father for?" I gestured to the two tiny squirrels I had pulled out of my game bag. "They're pretty scrawny."

He smiled, kind and inviting. "The winter hasn't been kind to any of us. But you have to take care of yourself along with little miss Primrose."

That had been the start of my new life. After Peeta saved me, any spare moment I had that wasn't devoted to Prim was spent in the woods, either hunting or practicing with my bow.

Peeta became more conscious of the times I would show up to trade and he made it a point to always be the one who answered the door. One thing had led to another, and eventually we became hesitant friends.

As we got older, our friendship grew stronger. I tried to teach him how to hunt, and it was one day in the woods that had changed everything.

Peeta told me he loved me, and he had loved me for as long as he could remember. He told me about that first day of school in our music assembly, and how I had stolen his heart the same way my father had stolen my mother's.

At first, I was hesitant. I had Prim to worry about, I didn't have time to worry about boys. But then again, Peeta had made it a point to prioritize me. And if I was being honest, I really liked spending time with him.

It took some time, but eventually Peeta broke down a few more of my walls and I let him in just a little bit more, but that was all he needed. I was his and he was mine and that was the way it was always meant to be. I couldn't imagine it any other way.

Suddenly I become aware of Peeta shaking me. "Katniss? If we don't go hunt now we won't have time before the Reaping starts."

Oh right, the Reaping. "We still have a few hours before I need to get Prim up and ready. Let's go out to the woods while we still can."

Peeta and I spend the rest of the morning in our own little sanctuary. The woods provide us privacy and as much freedom as we could dare to ask for.

We try to seek out Gale Hawthorne, but it's the Reaping so who knows what he's up to. Our fathers were both killed in the same mine explosion. His sibling's lives rest on his shoulders and he had to grow up fast, same as me.

Gale and I have a sort of friendship, we met in the woods years ago not too long after our father's deaths. He's taught me about snares and traps and I've taught him how to shoot a bow.

When Peeta came into the picture, Gale became a little more distant, a little more guarded. He said he'd never trust a Merchant until they've lived like we have.

Peeta has been living with me for a few months now, and never once has he complained. He knows we've had it worse. Gale won't even give him a chance.

We can't stay out in the trees forever, and regretfully we make our way back to the fence that guards District 12 from the rest of Panem. We swing by the Hob on the way back, and after trading our game and what we were able to gather we leave with enough food and coin to last us nearly two weeks if we're careful.

Peeta and I make it back to my house in the Seam, which I guess is now his house too. After his mother found out about us she chased him out of the house, and he's been here with me ever since.

"There you two are." Prim smiles at us. "Mama set things up for you." She points to our bathroom. I bathe in the metal tub that my mother put out for me, and I scrub so hard my skin is raw, but at least I am clean.

I allow Prim and our mother to pick out my clothing and fix my hair. After they are through with me, even I have to admit that I almost look nice.

Peeta's hair is damp as he walks through the doorway, dragging his tub along behind him to dump it. He stops in his tracks when he sees me. His eyes are almost burning through mine when he finally clears his throat. "You look really beautiful Katniss."

Even though we have been together for so long, I still find myself getting tongue tied around him, especially in the company of others. I blush in response and give him a smile, but Peeta understands what I want to say just by the look I am giving him.

Though Peeta never demands a response, my mother saves me from feeling the need to by carrying out a small bread tray from the kitchen. My stomach growls involuntarily, though I know I won't be able to stomach much today.

Together, the four of us sit and saw off slices of the almost inedible loaf we made using my tesserae grain.

When we are finished with our meal, we stand to leave before my mother suddenly rushes out of the room, calling for us to wait.

She returns with a familiar lump of fabric slung over her arm. My heart lurches as I watch her help Peeta slide the sleeves on and then situate the collar on his broad frame.

My mother has outfitted him in the only jacket my father owned that isn't made out of leather. His pants and shoes are his own, but there is something about seeing him in my father's coat that is pulling at my heart.

Not finding any words to say, I reach my hand out to take his, and he understands. Together, we smile and laugh with Prim to try to help ease her nerves as we make our way down to the square.

Prim's blouse has come untucked from her skirt, leaning down I smooth the fabric and take a second to try to calm my racing heart. If Prim sees me scared, she won't be able to hold herself together. "Little Duck, it seems as though your tail has come loose!"

Prim smiles up at me, her cheeks rosy. "Quack!"

Peeta and I smile, our spirits uplifted if only for a moment. Peeta chuckles before quacking back at her.

"Hey you two, quack yourselves!" I smile in the way only Prim and Peeta can bring out of me, before the weight of the day settles back on my shoulders and I stand.

Steeling my nerves, I lead Prim to the check-in area. The three of us regroup after.

Peeta hugs Prim gently, and whispers something to her that I can't quite make out, but it makes Prim smile so I don't question it. He gives me a kiss on the forehead. "Don't worry. It'll be okay Katniss."

Prim is watching us closely. "I know it will Peeta." I don't believe it, but with Prim listening in I have to be brave.

"I love you." Peeta gives me one last kiss, before turning to go stand in the roped off section for sixteen year old boys. I watch him go, then I walk Prim to her section, before making my way to my own.

The town clock strikes two o' clock, and the Reaping begins. The mayor drones on and on, before introducing the only surviving victor District 12 has, Haymitch Abernathy. Who also happens to be the town drunk, and not even the Reaping will keep him away from his favorite pastime.

Effie Trinket does her best to pull the attention back to the Reaping after Haymitch's spectacle. "Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!"

Suddenly Effie is hovering over the glass ball full of slips and I can't catch my breath and I'm so scared. "Ladies first!"

Effie makes a big show of twirling her fingers through the thousands of slips, before finally settling on one and stepping back to her podium. She smoothes out the slip of paper and I'm starting to feel dizzy.

"Primrose Everdeen!" Effie smiles brightly, her teeth so white they're almost blinding. I almost drop to my knees.

It takes Prim walking past me to wake me up from my hysteria. "Prim!" I'm shouting, I know I am but it just doesn't sound like my voice. "Prim! Prim!"

For just a moment, I'm consumed by the panic. Then, I'm running. I'm sprinting faster than I ever have before. I'm still screaming her name when the first peacekeeper grabs for me. I dodge him, but suddenly there are three. Then there's four.

"I volunteer!" The arms that were holding me so viciously only a moment ago drop, and I'm running for my sister again. "I volunteer as tribute!"

The square goes completely silent, save for my shrieks and Prim's cries. I finally reach her and I pull her into my chest. "Katniss, no! Don't volunteer! I don't want you to go!" I kiss her forehead once, then brace myself and turn.

"Prim, let go of me." She is still clinging to me when Peeta comes up behind her and takes her by surprise. He lifts her up off the ground, and she's kicking and fighting but it doesn't matter. Peeta locks eyes with me and his are glossy with tears.

He nods at me and I understand perfectly what he's planning on doing. I drop my voice as low as I can and steel my gaze. "Don't. Please don't. Who will take care of Prim?"

Then I turn on my heel, climb the steps, and face my fate. By the time I've reached the top and I'm standing by Effie and the mayor, I can just barely make out Peeta's blond hair and Prim's braids as he makes his way to my mother.

"Bravo!" Effie is practically bouncing up and down, as if sending off a sixteen-year-old girl to her death is something to celebrate. "What a way to make an entrance! What's your name?"

I try my best to sound cold. "Katniss Everdeen."

Effie bounces at my response. "Oh it's always so exciting when there's family involved! Didn't want her to steal all the action huh? Well everyone, let's welcome our new tribute!" Effie starts clapping excitedly, but to hers and my surprise, the square is dead silent.

Everything is still for about a half of a minute, and then something completely unpredictable happens. Slowly at first, then almost everyone in the square, touch their three middle fingers to their lips and then hold the sign out to me. I see Gale, standing with his hand held out as high as he can manage.

I suck in a breath. This gesture is used as a goodbye to someone that is cared for, someone that is loved. Hopefully when I am killed in the games, people will look back and remember the girl that willingly went to her death to spare her sister from the same fate.

If Effie understood the significance of the gesture, she didn't react to it.

Effie, bubbly as always, gives me no time to calm my nerves after the display. Instead she makes her way over to the second glass ball. "The fun's not over yet! Time to pick our male tribute!"

I catch Peeta's eye as he starts inching up back through the crowd, and at this point I'm dangerously close to crying. I shake my head as minutely as possible, and he halts.

Effie's voice rings out clear as day through the square, but the only thing I register is that it's not Peeta's name. We still haven't broken our stare, and he's watching me with such heartbreak it's almost painful to hold his gaze.

Suddenly, as if Peeta has broken out of a trance, he's sprinting forward much like I had a few minutes ago.

Peeta reaches the bottom of the steps as the boy whose name was called has taken his place next to me. "I volunteer!"

The boy next to me lets out an audible breath of relief, and starts forward when the mayor's blunt voice cuts him off. "I'm sorry young man, but the time for volunteering has passed. You must volunteer before the candidate reaches the stage. Better luck next year!"

"No! You can't do this!" Peacekeepers swarm him as he rushes towards the stage. "Let go of me! Katniss! Katniss!"

Effie is radiating from all of the camera opportunities we have given her tonight. "Wow, what an exciting day for District 12!" The mayor steps up to the podium and begins whirring on and on about the Treaty of Treason, protocol for this stage of the Reaping.

Peeta is standing at the foot of the steps, straining against the peacekeepers that are holding him back, away from me. I can vaguely hear a little girl crying, most likely Prim. Finally, the mayor finishes his speech and motions for the boy and I to shake hands.

I grasp his hand and turn to get a good look at my district partner, and I'm almost relieved when I have no recognition of him. He's blond with blue eyes, so he must be a Merchant. He's taller than me, but in a way that makes me think he's just recently hit his growth spurt. So he must be younger than me as well.

As we shake hands, I notice his grip isn't very strong either. I feel sick to my stomach when I realize I'm happy about it, as that means one less tribute to fear. One less tribute that stands between me and Peeta, and that keeps me away from Prim.

As the anthem blares through the speakers, my gaze returns to Peeta. My chest gets tight. How was it just this morning that I woke up in his arms? That feels like a lifetime ago.

Suddenly the peacekeepers are herding us away from the crowd and towards the Justice Building, to say our final goodbyes.

The anthem ends just as the doors slam shut behind us, and we are pushed into our rooms, all alone.

Hi everyone! It's been so long since I've written anything. I've really missed it! I really hope my story is easy to follow, if it's not please don't hesitate to ask questions. I'm not sure what my writing schedule will be, considering I work most days but I will try to make time wherever I can. Anyways I hope you enjoy! Thank you for reading.