Disclaimer; Oh dear I've never done one of these before! Any who, this will just be a quick little thing because it was in my head, needed to get it out. I will not write more unless I'm urged to. So, here goes! ( Please, please, please, comment )

The Aftermath

"You killer! You killed her!" I screeched, my words dripped with venom. "How could you just get up there and talk about this like the weather!" He deserved to be yelled at he killed her. He killed her! He killed my mother's life line. He killed Katniss! "Why are you here! Go talk about her death to people who care let us move on! Your a monster!"

I went to attack him, but was held back. Peacekeepers held my arms behind me pushing me to my knees. They will not win this round, I was not that little girl anymore. I've had to grow up fast, my mother died shortly after the Hunger Games ended. She was in despair, she couldn't hold out. First she lost her husband, then she lost her eldest daughter. It was like losing him again, to me as well, she looked like him. I looked like my mother.

I fought against them, they held strong. I knew they were going to kill me, until I heard someone speak up. Him. Cato. The very boy who killed my sister.

"No, don't kill her. Let her up." He said.

I got up, crossing my arms. Glowering up at the boy. He had blond, spiked hair, icy blue eyes, a muscular build, and he was towering over me at 6'4". Cato was very attractive, which made it all the more agitating for me not to crumple like the little girl I was barely a year ago. I was merely 5', had straight blond hair, soft blue-gray eyes, and a small frame. I was a healer, he was a killer. I saw the way he smirked when he killed my sister. He had no regret. He was born to kill. He should take pleasure in my death. But, he didn't. He let me survive, for now.

"Should have just let them kill me. I would have been with my family, with the dead, and away from this." I muttered so only he could hear me.

"Look, Primrose, I'm sorry." He looked at me. His face was stoney, but his eyes were pleading, sad, regretful.

"I know you are, but you shouldn't be. It shows weakness. Just because you won the games, doesn't mean your powerful and strong. Oh no, that's just the beginning." I carelessly picked at the non-existent lint on my shirt.

He snarled at me. Although, I could see I had hit home with that one. His eyes hadn't changed, much. He was now filled with a minimal rage, mixed with regret. Oh, he looked like a puppy who had just been kicked.

"Your just a child how could you possible know?" He smirked, not realizing that that would set me off.

"A child, did you just call me ignorant!?" I snarled and stood up on the tips of my feet to look directly into his eyes. "You don't think it's possible! I've had to watch my whole family die! I've had to see my sister's best friend get whipped! I've had to take on the role of healer! I've barely kept myself alive! I am no longer a child! I am no longer that girl who had to be volunteered for!"

He looked startled, but quickly recovered. Before he could wipe it away, I could see a tear try to escape. His face crumpled, before he built it back up. I knew that he didn't know what I'd been through, he came from District 2. He was well feed, well built, he would never have to go through the hardships I had. He felt pity for me, for my troubles.

"I'm sorry for the troubles, Primrose, but there is nothing I can do." He said.

"There is, but then I'd be the weak one again-" He opened his mouth, but I stopped him. "Let me finish. You were going to say, you already are the weak one Primrose. Of course I am. I'm barely 5' and I couldn't hurt a fly. So let me get to the point. Take me with you. I need to get out of here, as much as I hate to admit it, everyone will be better off if I get out of here or die. I'm just a burden." I was desparate. Gale and his family had cared for me every since Katniss had passed, but they couldn't feed another mouth. Gale could not get whipped again because of me. He was already a life-line to his family as Katniss was to ours.

"I'm not sure I could-" He started.

"Look, I'm not talking about rules here. I have three options. Option one; I stay here and have everyone slowly die because of the burden I am. Option two; You take me with you, away from here. Option three; You take pity on me, and end up sending a bullet to my head." I finished quickly, I knew the Capitol could kill me, easily. I was a burden to almost everyone. I'm hoping he'll take me in, I couldn't live with the fact I will be everyone's death cause if I lived here any longer. He could, Cato could help me. He did live in the Victor's Village after all.

He sighed. "Primrose, if you get caught. They'll kill you, and probably someone close to me."

"Then make sure that you tell them I was that someone close to you. Make sure to convince them that I was your everything. That would make it seem as though your family is nothing, and everything from you is gone. So, make it seem like that. Cato, I'm begging you." I lifted myself up and placed my hands on his shoulders. I looked him dead in the eye. "I can't even believe I told you this, you killed my sister after all. No matter, I can't have anyone I care for in danger. Your the next best thing. I'm begging you!"

"I'll see what I can do." He looked at me coolly.

I gave him an awkward thank-you hug, it could have been worse. He could have said no.