Ch 2

A/N: i'm so sorry for the extremely extremely extremely late update! Hopefully each update should only take a week or two at most! Without further ado, here is the next instalment of 'A Love Worth Fighting For'.

Note: Flashbacks are in italics.

Prim's POV

All I feel is numbness. In my toes, my heart, everything. I basically just feel resigned. How can a world be so cruel? Everything can be ripped away from you at the drop of a hat. But this awful day has taught me one important life lesson.

Nothing lasts forever.

And it's true. Unfortunately nothing does. And most people might say otherwise and claim that love is eternal or some crappy cliche like that, but in the end you'll find that once that person dies, you no longer feel loved by that person.

Then you start thinking in the dark parts of your mind that, if those people really loved you why did they leave? Why all of a sudden did your everything just get up and leave without a second thought?

Well my friends, here is your answer. Life happened.

As kind as it can be, it can (mind my French) be a fucking bitch and screw you over.

I slowly start breaking out of my morbid thoughts and am brought back to reality by the bitch we call life.

I'm sitting all alone in a private hospital room whilst a deputy is just outside the closed door talking to some lady probably from child services.

Yup. I'm officially an orphan, with no idea where the hell her sister is or if she even survived.

Present time

As I sit up on my bed I think of the day the Ludwig's took me in.

It took two weeks after the incident to be adopted by the Ludwig family. I was surprised to be adopted so quickly because it usually takes about a year before an orphan gets adopted.

In the back of my mind I knew it was to good to be true. To be out of that depressing orphanage so quickly. And as everybody knows; if it's too good to be true, it probably is.

When I first met Mr Ludwig I noticed his cruel features. His long hooked nose and his hollowed out cheeks. He was quite a stocky looking man. I was pretty sure that if he wanted to he could snap me in half like a twig. As the car ride to my new home progressed he finally talked. "I have a wife named Claudia and my son Cato. I'm sure that they can't wait to meet you." It was gruff, but none-the-less it was still better than the silence.

"Thank you. For all of this. For being so kind and opening your home up to me" I replied in a small voice.

"This wouldn't be the first time."

Now that puzzled me. How many kids has he adopted? Do the still live with him or have they grown up and moved on? So to answer my questions I asked "how many kids have you adopted?" innocently.

Mr Ludwig's voice suddenly took on a sinister tone. "Why little girl must you ask so many questions? I knew adopting another one would just cause trouble. But Claudia insisted."

Confused by the sudden change in demeanour I kept my mouth shut, but my mind was asking questions left and right. How could this man even be married? How can somebody love such a cruel man.

As much as I try to see the good in everyone, there are unfortunately some people who have no good in them. In any other circumstance I would just assume that he's on his man period or something like that, but something about this man just doesn't sit right with me.

If his wife insisted on adopting, she must be a nice woman right?

As it turns out that was not the case; not by a long shot. Claudia decided to adopt so that she could basically use me as a free labour personal slave. I'm pretty much just like Cinderella. Without a fairy godmother of course.

It's been 6 and a bit weeks since I've seen my family.

After the hurricane I was taken to the hospital and treated for minor lacerations. My ankle that was squashed by the bookcase was fine but was just a little bit sore.

As soon as the Hurricane ended, there were ambulances, police officers, firefighters and any other emergency service you can think of, filling the streets helping the wounded and whatnot. By the time they got to our house I was pretty sure that mum and dad were dead. The table had collapsed on top of them and the roof had caved in on top of that as well. So I was pretty sure that they were well past dead. Nothing had sunk in yet. I couldn't believe that they were actually gone. Though I was sure that once it did sink in, I wouldn't be in a very good state of mind.

As for Katniss; she didn't look to be in the best shape. Not by a long shot. She had passed out on top of me leaving her weight to crush me. Fortunately the side of the table near us didn't collapse any further so I had a little bit of room to move around and lay her down next to me.

After a few hours of waiting and screaming for help a firefighter eventually came to our rescue. He was amazed that we were still alive (although we weren't sure that Katniss was going to make it. She looked like the very definition of death) and not crushed under the weight of everything. She was rushed to the hospital whilst I was treated at the scene.

A deputy saw my standing all alone and approached me. He asked me where my family was so I said "My parents are dead and I think my sister is too". He looked taken aback by my bluntness and the predicament I was in.

"Do you know where your sister is?" He asked in a almost fatherly tone.

"They took her to some hospital which they didn't bother telling the name of" I replied with sadness clearly etched in my tone.

He thought for a second before saying anything. "If she's over the age of 18 and is fit to look after you then she can look after you." He said thoughtfully and kindly.

"Well she's 17 in six months or so?" I replied in a small voice already knowing what he was about to say.

Unsurprisingly his answer was exactly was I was expecting. "I'm so sorry but I can't release you to her. Do you have any relatives that will take you in?"

"Nope" I said popping the 'p'. "Can you please just find out where my sister is and take me there?"

He complied and made numerous phone calls to all the local hospitals in Manhattan. All said the same thing. They are all overcrowded and haven't been able to record personal details of each individual patient.

So with that said the deputy which I now know his name is Parrish, drove me to the nearest hospital and I was given a room to do whatever the hell I wanted to whilst waiting for child services to show up.

And I haven't seen my sister since.

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