To do anything in this world worth doing,
we must not stand back shivering and thinking of the cold and danger,
but jump in, and scramble through as well as we can.
- Sydney Smith

9 years ago

The loud thumping that woke me that fateful night was not welcome not at all, mostly because I had only just fallen asleep a few hours ago and also because I had a terrifying idea of why somebody would be knocking on my door at three in the morning.

Sure enough when I opened the door the solemn face of my grandfather greeted me; this in itself caused me to break out in a terror sweat.

He started speaking but I didn't hear him, the pounding in my ears only growing louder in till I couldn't hear anything else. My attention was distracted by a metal hospital gurney with a something on it, presumably a body covered by a white sheet.

The gurney held my full attention as the bulky guards attempted to maneuver in down the narrow hallway that lead out of our townhouse, as expected one of the guards turned the corner a little too soon and as the gurney was jostled a strand of long silver-blonde hair eased its way into appearance…. And that was all I needed to see. "Kather-!" my name is cut off before it can even escape my grandfathers lips

Turning on my heel rapidly I sprinted further into the house taking on the maze with an ease that only came with years of practice.

Taking one last turn I burst onto the street nearly slipping on the icy slush that lined the street, choking down the strangled sob that threatened to burst out I took off down the road, blindly turning corners not really caring were I was going as long as it was away from that horrible, horrible sight.
Shoving some of my soaked hair out of my face (silver blonde just like my mother's) I finally stopped heart pounding, eyes gushing tears that froze almost instantly, feet cut and bleeding but so numb form the cold that up in till this point I hadn't even know were bleeding.

I collapsed dragging myself up against a house into a dark, snow filled corner where nobody would see me, and I cried. I cried body convulsing sobs that felt like they were choking me, the type of sob that people would look away from not because they were embarrassed or comfortable; it was because the amount of pain embodied in the terrible sound caused people to cringe like it was nails on a chalkboard.

The wet cold seeped into my bones numbing the pain and making me shake so hard I could barely cry. Slowly I felt the darkness creep into me, first the edges of my vision blurred and then next I got fireworks, little bursts of light that slowly engulfed me in the yawning blackness of unconsciousness.

Slowly warmth leaked into my bones comforting and eased the painful ache in my chest. Slowly I made the long slow trip back to the land of the living and as soon as I regained full consciousness I opened my eyes expecting to see my bedroom with my mom's warm heart shaped face.

Instead I was greeted with harsh florescent lights and the sharp smell of cleaner causing me to wrinkle my nose in disgust. Then as if that wasn't bad enough the memories of last night came rushing back all at once causing my vision to blur once again and the room to start to spin. I started doing that calming technique that helped me remember who I was.

My name is Katherine Snow. I am the Presidents granddaughter. My mom had the Sweating Sickness. My mom just died from the Sweating Sickness. I don't know why she died from the Sweating Sickness...

"Welcome President Snow sir" I heard the nasal voice of one of the nurses say but because he got no reply I'm going to take a gamble and say he was ignored.

I open my eyes to look at my Grandfather.

"People who shut their eyes to reality simply invite their own destruction, and anyone who insists on remaining in a state of innocence long after that innocence is dead turns himself into a monster."
-James Baldwin

A month or two before Pr. Snow's execution

For a long time I wondered if it's able to love and hate somebody simultaneously while depending on them. Because if it is possible that would be the perfect example of the relationship with my grandfather, I love and respect him as the dependable caretaker I have known for this turbulent second half of my life but I hate what he stands for.

He stands for the Capital the man who runs Panem with an iron fist but most disgustingly he stands for the Hunger Games the very thing I hate most about the capital. I have had a rather unorthodox education, growing up I learned, mastered, and excelled in all the basic subjects English, Algebra (and eventually geometry), History, and Science. Despite the fact that I was a girl, the gender that holds the minority when it comes to the amount of jobs held in politically important roles my grandfather has groomed me perfectly for the role of president while further educating me in all fields.

He had me doing courses like Debate, Law, Physics, Genetics, Etiquette, Calligraphy, and an advanced History course using the old texts that nobody but the top government officials gets to see. Which sometimes had me working from 6 in the morning to 8 at night and when I did have free time my grandfather had me work with the same physical specialists that work with the tributes learning how to tie knots, shoot a bow, throw a spear and knives (which I was especially good at), how to swim, ect. I never complained or questioned it, but due to all this I was probably one of the most intelligent and well trained people in Panem at least on History and what the world was like before Panem.

My grandfather is the most powerful man in Panem and likes to let me travel to the districts so I am rarely in the capital for more than 2 months out of a year, and because of this I got to learn a lot about the culture of each district which is why I hate the Hunger Games. Not only is it tyrannical and repulsive. They are making innocent children my age and younger, losing my mother at the age of 9 and never knowing your father may scar some people but for me it only makes me stronger.

Unfortunately I am a magnet for accidents and a night about a month or two ago sealed my fate.

I am naturally an early riser but considering it was almost midnight I'm almost positive it was some sixth sense. I woke up to an uneasy feeling and a prickle down my spine the same one I get right before something bad happens. On guard I stalk towards the door and open it slowly with a soft click, and come face to face with a mysterious man.