The Wingless Mockingjay

The Wingless Mockingjay

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ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕒, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕖𝕥. -----~*+*~----- What if, due to a twist in fate, Peeta is the one the rebels rescued from the arena, and Katniss is the one left behind? -----~*+*~----- They won't break me. They don't own me. For the first time, I fully understand what Peeta Mellark said before our first Hunger Games. About proving to the capital we are more than a piece in their games. I will show them that tiny act of defiance, even if it is the last thing I do. After all, I have known worse kinds of pain. Kinds that leave behind scars that no one other than me can see. Kinds that never seem to go away. Compared to that, the lashes on my back and the bruises on my body are nothing. Nothing at all. If anything, I should wear them like a crown. -----~*+*~----- Disclaimer: I do not own the hunger games or its characters. They belong to Suzanne Collins.
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When I was eleven. My whole world changed. Katniss' dad died in a mining accident. You think it wouldn't affect me but I loved him just as much as Katniss did. Maybe even more than I loved my own father. I felt bad, that my own dad couldn't compare to Katniss'. He loved me too though. Loved me like his own. The day he died was the first in a long line of times I have ever seen Katniss cry. She never cried before then but she cried a lot after. Katniss' mother was suppose to get a job after his passing, she didn't. They were starving, dying. I decided to help. After school I would drag Katniss into the woods by her feet. We'd never gone in there without her father. It seemed like a scarier place without him. After some time it wasn't so scary. I don't know what made me volunteer for Katniss. When I heard her name echo throughout the crowd my heart stopped. It wasn't my name, but it was my best friends. There was no way she could survive in there. She had a family, a sister to take care of. I thought my parents could live without me. The name Effie called next was the only name I prayed and prayed I would never hear her say. Peeta Mellark. My name is Catora Melane and I'm in 74th Annual Hunger Games. Hunger games Fanfic Peeta Fanfic #1 Arrows in the Dark #2 Blaze #3 Hijacked

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