Okay, I decided to rewrite this entire story. I wrote this a long time ago when I first started, so here is a new version–same plot and everything, just hopefully written better. Enjoy.

Whenever I look in a mirror, I always wonder if it is lying to me. Do I really look like this? Am I really this person who stands before me? We have the same color of eyes, but hers are brighter and fuller. She has rosy cheeks and long, thick eye lashes. Her black hair flows in waves down her back, like a silky water fall. Overall, she's gorgeous. And that's the reason why I think the mirror is a liar. This person isn't me–she is a creation made by the Capitol, and I don't recognize her one bit.

Now, if I were looking at a girl with braided, dark hair; dirty, olive skin; and dull grey eyes, then maybe I would believe the mirror, but that isn't the case. I'm not this girl; I'm Katniss Everdeen: the girl who goes hunting in the woods every day, the girl who lives in the Seam, and who sells meat at the Hob. But that was my past–the time before I experienced the horrors of the Games. I need to focus on the present; on who I'm going to be–Katniss Mellark: the girl who won the Hunger Games, the girl who lives in Victors Village, the girl on fire.

I'm wearing a dress made of all silk, with long sleeves that go all the way to the floor. A coat of pearls cover the top of the dress, giving it even more beauty. But then I ask myself–why am I wearing it? The answer is because this dress was also chosen by the Capitol.

"You look beautiful!" exclaims a voice behind me. I look over my shoulder to find my mother standing in the doorway, Haymitch peeking in behind her.

"Are you ready, sweetheart?" he asks me, his voice gruff. Having no father, Haymitch offered to give me away.

"Yeah, just one second." I slip the veil on–it's long and white with roses covering it–and look back towards the mirror. I can't even see one fragment of me, not even a single detail. If I was telling the truth, the whole world would know I don't want to be here. I'd give this day to anyone if it meant I could just go home and escape to the Woods, but I can't–not unless I want my life, and the lives of everyone I love, to end.

When I reach my mother, Haymitch takes my arm in his. There's a trace of the scent of alcohol on him, but this time I don't blame him. He leads me to the back of the building, and my mother goes to take her seat in the front row. Prim, who's sitting on her left, looks at our mother and smiles. On Prim's other side is Gale, and next to him is Cinna. I stare at the back of Gale's head, wishing I was next to him and at someone wedding. Being the hunter he is, he turns around, sensing my gaze. We make eye contact and my thoughts go to this morning when I told him I didn't want to marry Peeta.


I was running through the woods–night was just falling. I had no clue what I was doing, or where I was going, but I didn't stop. Danger was near, maybe even closer than I though. I broke through the trees, and that's when I saw him.

He was standing there, watching the sun set. I called out his name, but he made no sign that he had heard me. There was movement to his left. I looked to see a figure standing there, hidden in the shadows of the trees. It raised its arm, a knife gripped tightly in its hand.

"Gale!" I screamed, but it was too late. The person threw the knife and it hit Gale square in the back. I ran over to him, forgetting momentarily about the figure, and cradled his head in my lap. I looked up as a shadow cast over me. The figure glared at me, his haunting blue eyes staring deep into my soul.


I awoke with a scream. Sweat plastered my hair to my face and the sheets to my body. The door swung open and my mother burst inside.

"What happened? Are you okay?" she asked, startled. She was wearing her night gown, clearly woken up by my scream.

"Nothing, it was just a bad dream. Sorry I woke you," I replied. But deep inside I wasn't okay, I was far from it because today was the day I'd be marrying Peeta–the boy who I just had a dream killing my best friend.

She nodded, relieved. "It's okay; I was just getting up anyway." I looked at the time: 7:00. I should have been getting up to. My mother turned to leave, but I called out to her.

"Mom? I don't want to marry Peeta." She looked at me for a moment before sighing.

"I know, sweetie." Then she smiled before leaving, the door shutting firmly behind her.

I was surprised–how did my mother know? I had never told anyone except Peeta, not even Gale knew the truth. A feeling coursed through me at the thought of him not knowing the truth. I felt like I was keeping something big from him, and that I shouldn't be. I quickly got out of bed and changed into pants and a black tank top. I walked through the house until I made it into the warm, summer air. I ran the whole way through town. I saw a few people who wished me luck, some congratulated me, and others even glared at me. I didn't stop to talk to them though, I had to hurry; the clock was ticking.

I finally made it to the meadow behind my old house. I crawled under the fence and retrieved my bow and arrows. First, I checked out usual spot, but he wasn't there. Then, I headed to the snare line, praying that he was there. I reached the familiar area and saw him standing there, his back to me.

I got the eerie feeling of Deja Vu, but I pushed it aside. I purposely stepped on a stick to attract attention. He turned; bow ready, until he saw that it was just me standing there. My hair was probably messy and my cheeks bright red from running.

"Oh, it's you," he said and by the sound of his voice, I could tell he was disappointed.

"I need to talk to you. It's important," I replied quietly. I keep my eyes on the forest floor.

"Don't you have a wedding you need to get to?" he muttered.

"That's what I need to talk to you about. I don't want to marry Peeta," I tell him. He looks a little confused at first, but he wipes his face clean and back into its somber expression.

"Then why are you marring him?" He asked, his voice giving away nothing; it was just as cold as his face.

Because if I don't the president will kill you and everyone else I love, I thought. But I didn't voice my thoughts, instead I replied with: "Because I have to."

"You have to?" I could tell he was angry. His face was turning read like it did whenever he was about to start one of his rants. "It's your choice Katniss! You don't have to marry someone you don't want to." Yes I do, if you want to live.

"It's complicated," I replied. I kicked a little stone with my foot.

"Every thing's complicated with you! Everything was fine until you had to go into those stupid Games and fall in love with that baker," he snapped. Anger then coursed through me. He just didn't understand anything!

"I don't love him! I never loved him!" I exclaimed angrily–at least I didn't think I loved him. All I knew was that I didn't love Peeta enough to marry him. Gale would never understand. Even if I explained it to him, he could know what I was talking about unless he went through the same thing.

"Then why are you marring him?" His eyebrows are raised and his mouth is set in a frown.

"Because if I don't the President will kill you!" I exclaimed. Maybe then he'd get it.

"That's all? Really, you're marrying Peeta because you're afraid that the President might kill me?" He smirked and shook his head.

"If I don't marry Peeta, then the president will kill you," I replied. Gale didn't even look afraid. He looked like I had just told him what the weather was going to be like–like he didn't even care.

"Katniss don't worry about me. Don't go through with this, please," he begged. He walked up to me and stood over me.

"If I don't then you'll die, Gale! Don't you see that! If you die then–" I couldn't go on. Just thinking about Gale dying crushed me. I felt myself flush with anger.

"Then what?" he asks. His voice has an annoyed edge to it.

"Then who would I have to trust?"

"You would have Prim, your mom, and Peeta! Why does it matter if I die?" I was so angry with him for not caring about his own life. I wanted to slap him for being so selfish. He was my best friend!

"Because I love you," I whispered, but he didn't hear me.

"What?" he shouted.

"Because I love you!" I shouted back. I felt the need to take the words back, I wasn't exactly sure I loved Gale like that either, but he couldn't think that I didn't need him. I knew nothing would work out between Gale and me, so what did it matter if I told him I loved him? It doesn't matter, not if my whole family will be in danger because of it.

Shock came across his features, but he didn't try to hide it this time. He just stood there, staring at me.

"I love you Gale, not Peeta. But if I don't marry him then you will die and I just can't let that happen," I told him, still not knowing if it was the truth.

That's all I had left to say. I turned on my heel and walked back. He didn't try to stop me, so when I hit the tree line, I started running as tears pooled in my eyes. I wiped them away. I never cried - at least the old Katniss didn't. I ran back to my house and up to my room. I slammed the door behind me and turned to kick the wall, releasing some of my anger.

Now it was time to become Katniss Mellark.

A tear escapes and slithers down my cheek. I wipe it away before anyone sees, but Gale does, so he turns his gaze back to the front of the church. I follow his gaze and see Peeta standing there, a small, sad smile on his face. He knows I don't want to marry him–to get married period. Of course I care for Peeta, but not enough to do this.

The music starts to play, and Haymitch leads me down the aisle. We slowly make our way to the front, where Peeta then takes my hands in his.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here today in the face of this company, to join together this Man and this Woman in Marriage. Now these two persons present come now to be joined. If any man can show just because, why they may not lawfully be joined together, let him now speak, or else hereafter forever hold his peace," The Minister says.

I look over at Gale and see him looking away. I know he wants to say 'Stop the wedding', but he won't because he knows what would happen–he knows I don't want that.

"Peeta Mellark, do you take this Woman to be your wedded wife, to live together in Marriage? Will you love her, comfort her, honor, and keep her in sickness and in health; so long as you both shall live?"

"I do" Peeta replies.

"Katniss Everdeen, do you take this Man to be you wedded husband, to live together in Marriage? Will you love him, comfort him, honor, and keep him in sickness and in health; so long as you both shall live?"

I look over at Gale again and see that he is still looking away.

"I-I do" I stutter. Peeta squeezes my hand and a little bit of the tension releases itself.

Peeta then takes my left hand and puts the ring on my finger. My hand is shaking as I do the same to him.

"By the power invested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride," The Minister finishes.

Peeta leans in to kiss me softly on the lips as a tear runs down my cheek. He pulls away and wipes the single tear with his thumb. We are married now and there's no going back, both Gale and I know it. Peeta and I turn to face everyone as the crowd erupts into applause.

Gale is looking now.

Chapter one is officially redone. Now I need to do the rest of the chapters. Review? Did I do okay on redoing it?