Hello again! Hehe, this is a new story that I've been thinking about posting for a while. After contemplating.. I decided to put it up! Hope you like it!

P.S. Katniss's mom in THIS story, is Peeta's mom in the ORIGINAL story. :)

Chapter One

I want to scream, but I know it'll only earn me a harsher beating. I sigh as I slowly crawl to the wall, the wall that has Prim trapped on the other side. I hold my breath as I knock three times, waiting to hear my sister do the same. When she does, I let out a shaky breathe.

She's okay, I think to myself.

I hear the front door open; I jump up. "Daddy!" I scream, pounding on the door. It's sad, really. I'm a 15 year old girl screaming for her 'Daddy'. If you knew the circumstances, though, I think you'd understand. I've been locked in this room repeatedly since before I could talk; my sister in hers. If you think your mom is mean, you'd kiss the ground she walks on after meeting mine. My mother is cruel; plain and simple. She gets entertainment from beating my sister and I. What does that? A psycho. That's who.

My door swings open; my father is steaming. He grabs my shoulders, "How long have you been in here?" he hisses.

I open my mouth, ready to tell him that this prison has had me trapped since before dawn. I see my wicked mother over my father's shoulder; I feel extremely threatened. "A few minutes," I lie. He groans as he rushes to Prim's room. My mother glares at me as I follow my father. The two are on the bed, hugging. Prim is crying into my father's shoulder as I sit on the bed with them.

"Make her stop, Daddy!" Prim sobs. He sighs as he basically hands her to me. "I don't like being locked in here."

"I know, sweetie," he lightly smiles. "I'll go talk to mom. It'll stop, I just need some time."

Prim slightly sits up, "How about we lock her in her room? So she'll see why we don't like it." I roll my eyes.

Only an eleven year old…

My father shakes his head as he wipes her tears with his thumb. He kisses both of our foreheads before he walks out the door.

Prim snuggles into me, "Daddy will make it stop, right Katniss?" Prim whimpers.

"I hope so," I whisper as I kiss her forehead. I squeeze her tight, "I really hope so."

Because, truly, my mother is the only person that makes me fear for my life. I would love the torture I've experienced for the past 15 years to stop. Anything would be better than this. Anything.

Sorry it's so short! I just wanted you to get a simple idea of what it's like. Hope you like it! I'll update in an hour or two.. haha.