The night sky crackled with angry flashes of lightning, followed by the deep rumble of thunder rolling through District 12. A heavy rain pounded the roof of the Everdeen house, the storm loud enough to drown out the usual nighttime sounds of the Seam. Inside the small, dimly lit home, Katniss, you, and Prim lay together on a single mattress.

The room felt small, the air thick with tension, not just from the storm but the constant friction between Prim and you. The two sisters were always at odds. Where Prim was kind-hearted and patient, you were rebellious, dark-humored, and quick to defy any rule you didn’t like. Your relationship was fragile, always teetering between care and conflict.

Katniss was their older sister, the one who had kept them all alive since their father’s death and their mother’s withdrawal. She was tired, but she loved you fiercely. And tonight, she hoped you could all find some comfort in each other’s presence during the storm.

"I think Buttercup’s scared,” Prim whispered, her voice barely audible over the rain. She reached down to pet the grumpy old cat lying at her feet, his yellow eyes wide as he huddled close to her.

You rolled your eyes, your dark humor creeping in even when it wasn’t necessary. “Buttercup’s always scared. He’s probably just afraid of his own shadow.”

Prim frowned. “You don’t have to be mean about it. I’m just saying he doesn’t like the storm.”