Losing Grasp (Hunger Games Fan Fiction)

I sit in the kitchen waiting and waiting-anticipation coursing through my veins- I can’t take it any longer. The clock on the wall ticks and ticks and ticks. It’s taunting me. With each tick of the clock my minutes are burning away. I don’t know what’s going to happen, I don’t know who’s going to get picked, I don’t know if I’m safe, and I don’t know if Rose is safe. The fear of not knowing gets to me and it takes over my very being and consumes me.
I feel as if I being suffocated by time. It is only ten o’ clock and I still have two hours, but I cannot get back to sleep nor can I stop contemplating every little tiny detail of the reaping.

I am Keeta Mellark. My parents are Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen. The uprising that had started didn't stop the Capitol from The Games because the reaping says it all. I know the whole story of my parents. It was a terrifying one, too. I don't think I could have made it, but with my parents being the greatest victors of all times you think I would have been perpared for my name to be called, I wasn't. Now my parents have to train me to kill 23 other people and one of them being my best friend Dale. I don't know how I am going to do this, but let's hope I make it through. I mean I am the Girl On Fire's daughter, but I can't help but feel that I am losing grasp