The war has ended. We have won. But the war is still being fought. By no one else but me. Katniss Everdeen. The Girl On Fire. The Mockingjay. I was known for being strong, for starting the rebellion, for my defiance against the Capitol. But inside I was still a little girl who was forced to grow up when my sister's name was called out. I had no choice. I watched my friend's die right before my very eyes. I watched my Mother lose her youngest daughter, I watched love ones being lost. Famillies being torn apart. I watched my baby sister become a human torch. I've seen all the grief and hardship. And it is all my fault. Peeta has tried to help me forget. To fight through. To be there for my family, to stop mourning. But I can't. He said it wasn't my fault, but I know it is. Everything was my fault.

You can't escape the games. They will haunt you forever. You have no choice but to participate. And when you do, you have a a very slim chance to survive. Sometimes dying is the easier option. Life isn't simple. There is always someone there trying to ruin it for you. Sometimes you can stop them. Sometimes you can't. Pamela Snow has come for revenge and she plans to get it. Let the 77th Hunger Games begin. May the odds be ever in your favour. Even though they really aren't. Hunger Games Fanfiction. (Check my news feed for explanation for 'ON HOLD')