Back to the Games for the Mellarks (A Hunger Games Fan-Fiction)

It wasn't until i got up that i realized i wasnt the one called. Emily was staring at me and a wave of tears began to flow out of her eyes.
'Thank you' she mouthed and i began to cry to.
"NO!" my parents cried "NO!" but i blocked them out, I'm going to the games, and that's all there is to it. Effie went to call the boys and i'd never guess that it would be him. My best friend, my buddy, the person I'd trust with my life, my best friend's brother, the one I call my cousin.
"Finnick Hawthorne!" Effie shouted, smiling at the grief on my face.
"NO!" Gale and Delly cry, they seem in the same state of disbeleif and sorrow as my parents did. I think the capitol did this on purpose, picking me and Finnick, as punnishment to our families and what they tried to do so many years ago.
"I volunteer!" Gale says. "i'll do anything to protect Rue and Finnick."
"Why, you're much to old, good fellow, i am afraid that good heart of yours will be in 12 for theese games." Effie says, ending with a laugh, almost snickering at the pain he is feeling. I want so badly for her to be a tribute, for her to die on my accord, nobody should be able to live while being this sinister, she doesn't deserve to, I hate Effie Trinket, and I make a mental note to kill her if it's the last thing I do.
"Any Volunteers?" She asks in almost to sweet a voice. I can see tears streaming out of my parents eyes, and they only have little Posy, my younger brother, left to hold on to. He too is crying, I feel their pain and I hope to make it out alive so that the capitol will have even more trouble on their hands, and not only for my own safety but the safety of my family's heart. But I am worried, for me, for Finnick, Posy, Emily, I know that both of us won't make it out, and it will crush us all when one or the other, or both, dies.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------In the Justice Building, everyone is in tears. My mother tries to comfort me, but cannot seem to calm her own tears. My father is sitting down, trying not to upset me, but as I make my way over his lip is trembling, his face is red, and as soon as he hears my voice, there is no coaxing him to reassurance. A steady flow of tears makes two rivers on his cheeks and his chin is wet, dripping tears, tears caused by me, tears that may return when I die. I abandon my effort to speak to him and instead brush the golden curls out of his bright, blue, teary eyes and kiss his forehead.
"It'll be all right, daddy." I say "Just remember this, I will find a way, I'll get them back somehow, I'm not just a piece in their games." Theese last words send my dad into a state of sorrow I have never seen before. he does not cry but instead looks straight into my eyes, and says five simple words;
"You show them who's boss" and then he pulls me into his arms, his hand holding my head "just stay alive." he whispers. I know he wants Finnick to live to, but I'll always be his 'daddy's girl', and he really wants me crowned as victor.
"Rue, whatever you do, stay alive, don't go in the bloodbath, i'll see you at training." She says, and she leaves the room, wiping the remaining tears from her face.
"Wait, is she going to be my mentor? I thought Haymitch was?" I ask.
"No, Haymich retired, and he doesn't like Effie, so your mom is mentor." my dad says. I understand about Effie, and Haymitch being too old, but why my mom? isn't that a little risly? what with the capitol after her, it just doesn't seem right to send her straight to the capitol. But I am glad to have her, because I am so nervous right now, and she is the one I need by my side, and she'll know what I need in the arena. I look at Finnick and Gale and Delly, They are in a state of emotional sorrow and are holding on to Finnick as he tries to board, my dad is holding tight to his chair and I can tell that he wants to just jump up and pull me away, my parents want more than anything to have me as far away from the capitol and snow as possible, never mind how much they hate the idea of sending me to the dreaded arena of the Hunger Games.