A/N: First chapter, here we go!

Katniss's P.O.V

My name is Katniss Everdeen, I am 14 years old. I watched my house burn to the ground. I watched my father burn with it, I killed my father. I could have saved him, but I was too late. When I finally made it to his room my father was already burning. I couldn't do anything. All I could do was stare. It wasn't until I heard my sisters screams that I ran. I grabbed my sister and ran out. My parents were both still inside. My father was dying, what my mom was doing was a mystery to me.

Haymitch's P.O.V

It is 2:38 a.m., and my phone is ringing.

"What the hell?" I mutter. I pick it up and check the number. I don't recognize it at all. Usually I would ignore these calls, but I was too tired to press "end", so I pressed "start".

"Hello…" I say sleepily.

"Uncle Haymitch! You have to help us!" I hear. I then hear the sirens and the screams in the background. I am now fully alert.

"Sweetheart? What's going on?" I ask.

"Haymitch there was a fire, dad is dead, and mama is being taken to the hospital. I need you Haymitch, we need you." I hear Katniss beg.

"I'm on my way." Is all I say, before I hang up.

Two months later

Katniss's P.O.V

Prim and I have fully recovered from our burns. Uncle Haymitch has been staying with us for the past two months. A week after Haymitch got her, Clove came. Clove was Haymitch's daughter. She was my cousin and best friend. She's been nothing but helpful the whole time.

"Everdeen family?" a doctor says.

The four of us all raise our heads.

"Is she going to make it?" Haymitch whispers.

Haymitch is my mother's brother, and even though they are complete opposites they still love each other.

"Yes, she'll be fine." We all sigh in relief at the news.

"But?" Haymitch ask.

I give him one of my death glares.

"This isn't one of those fucking TV shows! She's fine, and that's that!" I yell at him.

"No, he's right…" the doctor says.

We all stare at him.

"Well then?" I ask.

"She's gone into a deep depression, ever since the fire and her husband's death. No medication seems to be reacting to this. She keeps talking to the air sitting next to her. When we ask her who she's talking to she replies "why my husband of course". I'm afraid were going to have to put her into a mental institution until she gets better." He says.

Prim then releases a loud cry that she's been holding in. I instantly run to her and hold her in my arms.

"For how long…" I whisper.

"It could be months, but since none of the medicine we have giver her so far isn't reacting it will probably be a few years." The doctor shrugs.

"YEARS!" I scream.

"Miss, please calm down-"

"I can't calm down! You're telling me that my mom is going into a mental institution for years, and you expect me to be calm!" I yell.

"Katniss…" Haymitch whispers.

"Shut up!"

Clove then comes up and looks me dead in the eye.

"When times are tuff, you start to doubt, don't stress out just shake it out." She says.

I smile at this, ever since I was a little girl I have had dyslexia. Whenever I would do homework, I would always get stressed out. Clove helped me through it by inventing a little song we can sing whenever I got stressed. It always took the stress away, and I was able to focus again.

I start to sing the next line. "When things start to go down the drain, don't stress out just fight the pain."

"When you give it all of your might, don't stress out just fight, fight, fight."

"When you tired, and bored to death, don't stress out just take a breath."

We sing the final line together. "When you get sick of all this shit, don't stress out just forget it."

We both start to laugh, and suddenly I feel better! I just now have realized that the doctor left, and that Prim and Uncle Haymitch are staring at me.

"What?" I ask.

"Katniss, I want you to sit down and listen to me." Haymitch says. I nod my head and take a seat right next to Clove.

"Ok, you will not interrupt until I am done, and you will not freak out when I am done. Now repeat what I just said." He says.

"Ok, you will not interrupt until I am done, and you will not freak out when I am done. Now repeat what I just said." I say with a smirk. He gets a frustrated look on his face.

"Katniss." He mutters sternly.

"I won't just tell me!"

"Ok. Well since your mother is going to be staying in this mental institution, you're going to need someone watching over you. You don't have any family here, so you have two options. You can go into foster care until she gets out, or you can come back to California with Clove and I." he states.

I stare at him with a blank expression. Then I turn to Prim and have a silent conversation with her.

"You thought I would freak out over that?" I ask.

"Well…"

"I WOULD LOVE TO LIVE WITH YOU IN CALIFORNIA!" I scream at him. Clove and I get up and give each other a big hug. Prim then joins us and eventually Haymitch does too.

Annie's P.O.V

"Mama, I bet I can run faster than you!" I yell happily.

"Annie sweets not here, they're too many cars here. We can race later when we're home." She says.

"Oh I see, you're scared that I'll beat you!" I tease her.

"Annie, we can race later, but for now-" she starts, but I don't let her finish.

"FIRST ONE TO THE CAR WINS! GO!" I scream and start sprinting.

"ANNIE! STOP SPRINTING RIGHT NOW!" she screams, but I run on. I could hear her heels quickly clicking behind me.

"ANNIE STOP!" she screams again.

I start to laugh as I run freely to our car. I turn my head around to check how far mom is from me. I turned my head just in time too. Because when I turned around I see a car speeding at my mom. It hits her, and her head gracefully rolls off her body.

"MOM!" I scream out.

"NO MOM NO!" I scream. I open my eyes and see that I'm in my room. Even though I am safely tucked under the covers, I will never be safe from my dreams.

"Shhhh Annie, it's not real anymore. It's all over, it's all over." I whisper to myself. I pull my knees up to my chest and hug them. I long for a pair of arms to wrap around me and tell me its ok, but I will never have that. After my mom's death my father started to treat me coldly. He gives me daily beatings after school is over, then makes me swear to not tell anybody about it. I keep my mouth shut, because I am too afraid of what he would do to me if I ever told a living soul. My friends will get suspicious about the injuries, but I always just say that I'm clumsy. None of them believe it, but they leave it alone.

That dream happened when I was only 6 years old. I am now 14 years old now, and I'm going into my freshmen year of high school. When my mother died when I was 6 I became "legally insane" as the doctor put it. He put me on some medicine, and I have to say it does work some. I am able to control some of my episodes better, and I can now ride in a car without having a meltdown. But the dreams are still here, and I know that they will never leave.

I curl up into a ball and cry myself to sleep again, like I do every night.

Next Day

I wake up to the sunshine spilling into my room. I quickly pick out some clothes and walk to the bathroom down the hall from my room. Well I shouldn't really call my room a room, it's more of a closet. My father says that only normal people get to have a real room.

I quickly step into the shower and am welcomed by no water. Dad must have forgotten to pay the water bill again… great. I quickly change into my fresh set of clothes and brush all the tangles out of my hair. I go back into my room and find an old water bottle. I grab the water bottle and go back to my room. I pour some of the water onto the toothpaste and then apply toothpaste. I brush my teeth in little circles, and then rinse off my toothbrush. I spit, and then look to see how much water is left in the bottle. It's about half full. It should be enough to get me by for the rest of my morning routine.

I go into the pantry and find my medicines. I get two pills, and I swallow them with some of my water. I manage to scrape up some deodorant and I quickly put that on. I walk downstairs and see that my father is passed out on the couch, surrounded by beer bottles. He won't be going into work today. I pick up the phone and dial his office. While the phones rings I go into the kitchen and find that we are running low on food. I sigh and start to make a list of groceries we need.

Eggs

Butter

Milk

"Hello UPS shipping, this is Ashley speaking, how many I help you?"

"Hi yes, my name is Annie Cresta and my father, Mr. Cresta, is sick and won't be able to make it to work today."

"What department does he work in?"

"He help manages all the money."

"Ok thank you, have a wonderful day." She says, and I hang up. I continue working on the grocery list.

Bread

Pickles

Peanut Butter

Jelly

Apples

Frozen Meals

Cheese

Lettuce

Tomatoes

Ham

Then I remember the problem I had this morning.

WATER BOTTLES!

Roast Beef

Steaks

Burgers

Ketchup

Potatoes

Orange Juice

Chips

I try to think of anything else. It looks like that's everything. I walk back into the living room, and see start to clean up all of the beer bottles. Shit! I run back into the kitchen and see that there is only one beer left. Whenever dad runs out of beer he blames me for not reminding him to buy more. That's when the beatings are the worse. When dad runs out of beer.

I quickly scribble down a note for dad.

Dad,

Called in sick for you, you don't have to go back to work until tomorrow. You also need to pay the water bill, when you scrape up the money for it. Just in case you don't remember me asking you for grocery shopping money, I went to the grocery store.

Annie

P.S. You need to buy yourself more beer.

I set the note down on the remote, because I know that's the first thing he'll go for when he wakes up. I then gently shake him awake.

"Daddy… daddy… daddy!" I say.

My father's eyes don't open, but he lets out a groan.

"What!" he barks.

"I need money to go to the grocery store for us."

He then reaches into his pants and slaps a hundred bucks into my hand.

"There worthless, there's your damn money." He slurs.

"Thank you." I say. I'm about to head out the door until he yells my name. I turn around and give him a questioning look.

"In the future don't wake me up. You should know better." He slurs.

I nod my head, I was in for a real fun beating tonight.

"Love you!" I shout out to him.

"Well I don't. After all no one loves a crazy person." He mutters, as I walk out the door.

Clove's P.O.V

I'm sitting upside down on one of Katniss's bean bag chairs while she packs.

"It is going to be so fun living together in California! Surfing, cute guys, beach, cute guys, bonfires, cute guys." she says. I laugh.

"Yes Katniss there are a lot of cute guys in California." We both laugh and she continues packing while I play on my iPod.

"Yo, yo, yo TEXT TIME!" my phone screams at me. I pick it up and see that I have a text from Cato.

"And speaking of cute guys."

Katniss comes over and leans over my shoulder as I text him.

Cato: Hey

Me: Hey

Cato: What you doing?

Me: Chilling with Katniss.

"You told him about me?" Katniss scolds. She hates attention.

"Well duh, you're my best friend!"

She just scowls and we look back at my phone.

Cato: Cool, when you gonna be back?

Me: In a week, just in time for school! *Note the sarcasm

Cato: Haha, yeah it sucks I wish you were getting back sooner

Me: Me too, but I'm bringing back a little surprise with me.

Cato: Really what is it

Me: Well if I told you, would it be a surprise?

Cato: What!? Does Katniss know?

Me: Yes.

Cato: Then why can't I know?

Me: Because it's a surprise!

Cato: I'm not talking to you until you tell me!

My smile turns into a frown for probably half a second, until I realize that he could never do that. I smirk and start typing.

Me: Ok fine by me.

Katniss and I look at each other, then we look back at the phone. We see Cato starting to respond, but then he stops. About a minute later I get a text from him.

Cato: I'M SO SORRY! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!

Katniss and I burst out laughing.

"Some boys." She mutters, and I nod in agreement. I start to text him back.

Me: Well… I guess I could… but you owe me big time.

Katniss sees this and starts cracking up. He really has nothing to be sorry for, but it's always fun to get something out of a sorry boyfriend.

Cato: Yes, yes of course! I'll take you on your dream date when you get back, and I'll pay for it all!

"Damn, that boy knows how to please a girl." Katniss says. I smirk and respond.

Me: Good, look I gotta go, text you later baby. I love you!

Cato: I love you more!

Me: I love you most!

Cato: No you don't.

Me: Yes I do.

Cato: No.

Me: Yes.

Cato: No.

Me: Yes.

Cato: No.

Katniss grabs the phone out of my hands and starts typing. I snatch it back from her right after she hits send, and scowl at the message.

Me: GOD YOU TWO ARE LIKE SOME LOVE SICK COUPLE! WOULD YOU JUST ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU LOVE EACH OTHER EQUALLY?

Cato: Is that Katniss? o.o

Me: Yes, don't worry she's just jealous that she can't get a hot boyfriend.

Kantiss snatches my phone away again and runs to the bathroom with it. By the time I get there she's locked the door. I can hear the tapping of my phone through the door though.

A/N: First chapter done! So yeah, if it wasn't obvious those were the three main girls that were in my summary. I deleted my other story for this one, so it better get some reviews!