A/N: Hey guys! Here's a preview of the Primrose version of CF. I'm really only doing this because I haven't written anything for 3 months, since my laptop needed to be repaired. I hope you guys enjoy the first chapter. I probably won't update it for a bit so I can write more chapters and edit them, so for now, have fun reading!

I fold my arms over my chest. I try to tense my muscles so the shaking in my arms isn't so apparent, but I'm too scared to even do that. Why would Snow come here? While he takes a sip of his tea, I try to figure it out. Finnick instantly comes to mind. Oh no. Please be something else.
"I would like to start by congratulating on your victory. Such a young age. May I ask how you did it?"

"Fear makes you do incredible things." I whisper.

My heart is pounding in my chest. He's so close to me. The room smells of blood and perfume. The former makes me shudder. He places his tea on the placemat. It's got red swirls inside. My stomach churns.

"Indeed, it does. Now, I'd like to talk about that little funeral you did with Rue." Snow growls. "Quite cute, but it was deceiving."

"Deceiving?" I gulp.

"Miss Everdeen, what were you thinking while covering her in the flowers?"

What was I thinking? I was thinking mostly about how horrid the Games are. I can't tell him that though.

"I wanted her family to know that I loved her." I say.

"And there was no other way to express that?" Snow hisses. "People see it as a sign of rebellion. We don't want that. Without the districts and the Capitol, Panem will be shattered. Would you like to be homeless? I sure wouldn't."

I look down at my feet, scared that I will jump out of my own skin.

"No." I mutter.

"That's right. Miss Everdeen, you're still very young. Young people can be foolish when they're put under pressure. The Capitol thinks of you as innocent, but what about the Districts?" he sighs, rubbing the spot above his left eyebrow, "There has been uprisings."

"Uprisings?" I gulp.

"I'd be more careful, if I were you." he grimaces, "And you should tell your sister she's not doing any favours by running out into the forest!"

How does he know that she does that? I thought no one knew. If he knows, why isn't she in trouble? President Snow stands up and wishes me a good afternoon. I watch him walk out of the front door and I instantly drop to the ground in relief. Is he being honest? Are there actually uprisings?

Footsteps approach me, so I leap to my feet and brush the dust that has collected on my skirt. Mother walks in with a look of terror and confusion.

"Prim, what did he want?" she asks. I've never seen her be so frenzied. I can't tell her what's going on. I can't risk it.

"Oh, President Snow just wanted to give me a personal congratulations on my young Victory." The face my mother gives tells me that this isn't believable enough, "He also told me my agenda for the Victory Tour."

I hear Mother sigh and she pulls me close in a hug. I help her wash the dishes, but really, I'm scared about what's going to happen. Does Snow mean I should act younger? I'm thirteen though, how do I act younger. Do I act innocently? How are you supposed to be innocent when you've watched people die: even killed some yourself? All because of President Snow. All leads to him. I nearly drop the plate that I'm scrubbing.

The soap fades away into the depths of the sink. I dry the last plate with a towel and carefully place it onto the counter, then I go to the couch and try to relieve my headache. I rarely get headaches; only when I'm stressed out do they appear. I watch the dust dancing in the air, twinkling in the light that seeps through our curtains.

Katniss sits next to me and places a warm cup by my arm. After a few seconds of it slowly heating up my elbow, I sit upright and glare inside it. It's mint tea. I lean on Katniss and she strokes my hair as I take small sips. Mint is good for headaches.

"Thank you," I say, "for caring for me."

"Prim, you're my little duckling. You don't have to thank me," Katniss smiles, "Now, do you think you'll be well enough to get up to eat dinner?"

An aroma travels from the dining room. It's not the boring meat we get from the butcher. It's fresh from the forest. I nearly drool. I take Katniss' hand and she pulls me to my feet.

"I think the mint helped." I grin as we walk over.

"It's the best remedy, isn't it?" Mother chirps.

I sit back down on one of our sturdy, brown chairs. Mother walks around the table, placing plates and cutlery. She takes the chair beside me and serves herself. She seems so much…happier now. I finally look at our platter. It's a large turkey dripping in gravy. There's tomatoes and crisp lettuce lined around it, like a barrier. I take the left leg while Katniss takes the right. It's juicy and tender. I wish the butcher supplied this type of meat, but they get their game from District 10, the livestock industry.

"I heard President Snow visited you today." Katniss mutters, "What did he say?"

"Oh, nothing much. Just talked about the Victory Tour."

She raises an eyebrow at me. The lie may have been convincing for mother, but not for Katniss. She's very suspicious of people. I can't tell anyone. If Snow knows that Katniss hunts, who knows what else he knows. He's probably listening in on this very conversation.

Katniss goes to the sink and rinses off our plates. She comes back with damp hands and kisses me on the forehead.

"You should go to bed, Little Duckling." she mumbles into my ear.

"But…" I reply, too scared about what the night may bring.

"She's right, Prim, "mother says calmly, "Off to bed."

I ball my hands into fists and step up the stairs. Waiting on my bed for me is Buttercup. I rub the back of his head slowly, listening to him purr.

"I wish you could stop the nightmares." I whisper, brushing back his orange fur.

I change into my pyjamas and slip under the covers. Buttercup plops himself in front of my feet and looks back at me, his piercing yellow eyes slowly appearing and disappearing in the darkness. Those eyes will keep me safe tonight. From the nightmares. I wish.

I regret falling asleep when I wake up in a cold sweat. My eyes are still flickering back and forth, double-checking that one of Clove's knives isn't going to come flying at me. My precious kitten meows in fret as I sob. This is my life now, isn't it? Fearing the government during the day, then having restless nights, on repeat. I love having food, and giving food, but I miss my old life. It was much simpler. We might not of had much food or running water, but you knew what was going to happen. The only fear you had back then was The Hunger Games.

"Shh, calm down." I whisper to the kitten. "It's okay. You can protect me from the nightmares."

If only you could protect me from Snow.