For @pastalover6547 :)

You feel so relaxed. It's warm and you're cozy, and you can't help closing your eyes. Your mother is humming you the lullaby that she's sung for you ever since you were young. Well younger; you're only 4 and a half.

You're both in bed where you're lying down on her chest, and she's gently combing her fingers through your hair. This moment you never want to forget, but the next is one you'd rather not remember.

Suddenly the front door bursts open and a group of men dressed in white with guns rush into the house. Your mother used to point them out on the streets and say to stay away from them, so you've learnt to fear them.

They run directly up to your mother and you and two of them, oh gosh their name is on the tip of your tounge, grab you and pull you off of your mother, while the other one grabs your mother by the arm and forces her out of bed.

The tumble she takes is awful; her belly crashes against the floorboards and you scream. The man holding you covers your mouth but you bite his hand and step on his foot making him release his hold on you.

You run over to your mother and slightly turn her over, with one hand on her cheek and one hand on her swollen belly. You begin to cry but she just looks at you sweetly, tears in her eyes, and whispers; "run".

You panic immediately. What are they going to do to your mother and you? Suddenly you get picked up and thrown against another Peacekeeper. That's it! They're called Peacekeepers.

You hate their name. They don't keep peace they destroy it! Now their name will be the very word to make your anger boil.

They harshly pick up your mother and hold her tightly by the jaw.

"Mrs (Y/L/N), you're to be persecuted for unobedience to the laws of the District." Says the Peacekeeper closest to her.

"What?" Says your mother, "I have done no such thing!"

The same Peacekeeper points the tip of his gun at her belly and you start screaming again. The Peacekeeper covers your mouth but no matter how hard you bite or scratch his hand, he won't let go.

"You bare the child of Coriolanus and then ran away to another District. This is an act of treason; you will be persecuted."

You're young, so you don't really understand what's going on. You don't know who Coriolanus is, or what treason or persecution means. But you know that if they take your mother away, you will never see her again.

"What about my child?!" Your mother argues as she gets dragged towards the door.

The Peacekeeper holding her turns his head to look at you, and in that very moment his face became the bearer of your nightmares. He scoffs and turns away again.

"She's under age and hasn't committed any crime, she can be put in the dump or the coal mines." Says the Peacekeeper.

"What?!" Shouts your mother, "She'll die!"

"Then you should've thought about the consequences on your child before breaking the law!"

He drags her out of the house and the Peacekeeper holding you, and the others, follow behind him. You start crying and call out to your mother. You don't want her to go! You know she'll never come back!

Outside it's cold and your tears feel like they've become frozen on your cheeks.

"Mum!" You scream out, "Mum!"

She turns around from being dragged in front of you, and she shouts out to you.

"(Y/N) I love you, sweetie!"

"I love you too, mum!"

She smiles and then kicks the Peacekeeper next to her, and then looks at you one final time.

"Run!"

You don't hesitate, you know you have to go, so you kick the Peacekeeper holding you in the area your mother always told you to hit on a guy, and as soon as he lets go of you you run away as fast as you can.

You don't look back, you sometimes regret not doing so, but your mother also taught you that by looking back it slows you down, and as soon as you heard your mother screaming in pain you didn't want to.

That was the last time you saw your mother... and your little brother.

You could hear the Peacekeepers shouting at one another. You heard one ask to follow you, but another, who sounded like the man who dragged your mother away, said to forget about following you.

As you ran away rain started to fall. It started softly, then all at once it crashed down on the District. It was cold and you were soaked, but you kept running.

It was dark also because it was night time, so you didn't see the giant muddy puddle in front of you until you tripped over it and fell face first towards the ground.

It hurt your face, and your knees, and you were covered in wet, slimey mud. You sat up and started to cry. You just lost your family and you have no where to go.

Suddenly a light glowed from the right of you and you saw a man run over to you with a candle, which he covered with his hand so that the rain wouldn't touch the flame. He looked at you with worry and then held his hand out, not caring about the light anymore.

You sniffled and then took his hand, and he helped you up. He walked you over to his home, which was a small bakery. Inside it was warm and you immediately felt better.

The man put the candle down and grabbed a blanket; putting it over you and drying you up. He looked so nice. His eyes were gentle, and he would give you a slight smile which was the most sincere smile you've ever seen.

"What's your name?" He asked you gently.

"(Y/N)." You sniffled.

"That's a pretty name," he smiled, "where's your parents?"

You started crying.

"They're gone... my m-mother is gone."

"Oh, sweetie."

He wrapped you in his warm arms and hugged you. Your mother was the only one who ever called you sweetie, but you felt comforted when he said it.

"Dad?" You hear from behind the man.

The man turns and behind a corner wall is a small boy, about your age, with dirty blonde hair and dark brown eyes.

"Peeta, this is (Y/N). She's going to be staying with us from now on." The man replied.

You smiled. He was letting you stay with him. The little boy walked over to the two of you and you stared at him. He looked you up and down and then smiled.

This is my new family, you thought.

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I'm sorry this sucked. Would you like a part two? I had written more but Wattpad deleted it so this is all that was left. Again; sorry.

Next Imagine: Henry Mills (Once Upon a Time).