The Second Annual Hunger Games: Nothing to fear but fear itself 1

Camiliegh watched the TV screen with teary, stressed, worried, angry, and eventaully empty eyes.

She'd been through what no mother should've ever gone through. She'd both of her children die in front of her eyes, even though it was on nationwide television. The bottom line was that she'd seen them die, even when she'd struggled to keep them alive in the Dark Days, even when she tried to keep them safe best she could, even when she tried to hide them from the cruelity from the almost world best she could.

Carsonlie was only fourteen, and Junerose was only twelve.

Both of their lives' had ended in the First Annual Hunger Games, and now that the now annual time of year had come back around. The memories were haunting, especially when they were replaying the first Hunger Games Panem had ever knon and everyone was being forced to watch. She had almost no tears left to cry at this point, though, and now she just locked herself in her room, silently staring at the wall and willing herself not to vomit.

She looked down to the small bundle in her arms, "Shhhh. No, my precious baby girl, they won't hurt you...I promise they won't take you, too..."

Amiliegh knew it wasn't her daughter's fault she'd given birth.

She'd become pregnant at the very end of the Dark Days, shortly after her husband died with her own. The two women were left alone to comfort each other, mother and daughter, with Junerose and Carsonlie.

Now Junerose and Carsonlie were dead because of the Capitol.

The baby girl she'd given birth to was now three months old. She was young and innocent now, but in twelve years, she'd be eligible for the Hunger Games as well. She knew that as well as her daughter did, but still...

They couldn't just kill Jaimelynn.

She was an adorable litttle baby, that was for sure. She has black hair that was naturally layered and straight, since it obviously grew fast, and her eyes were big and green. She looked like her late father, and by the way she slept in her mother's arms now, she looked exactly like her mother when she was young...she looked like Junerose.

"I'll take her," the sixty-three women now took her only granddaughter in her arms, "you get some sleep."

Jaimelynn was a young baby, so she didn't understand a lot.

She, of course, did was babies do: Cry, sleep, wet their diapers, and coo. Of course, she could be cute too, but really, that just came naturally for her.

But she was a smart child, even if it wasn't completely obvious just yet. She knew her mother was sad, and when she cried, it made her cry, too. Her grandma was sad, too, but she didn't cry a lot. Both of them loved her and she knew it, but they were still sad.

Soon enough, she would begin to wonder why...

"Now, don't you worry," Amilieigh soothed the baby now as she changed her diaper, "your mommy is going to be back soon."

Soon enough, Jaimelynn stopped crying because she wanted her mother and fell asleep, leaving the older women to lean back, her cradled in her arms as she stroked her hair gently. She was innocent, just as Junerose had been, and she as Amiliegh were both detirmined to preserve it. Better than they had before, even going against the Capitol if that had to happen.

"We'll make you into a fighter..." she mumbled softly, cradling her gently and she fought back her own tears now, the sorrow of her late grandchildren starting to overwhelm her at this point, "nobody will hurt you...I promise."

And she would sooner die than break that promise.