Prologue

I scream as the knife slices through her skin making red sticky blood poor from her veins cut after cut. She doesn't make a sound but that's just her strong, defiant rebellious till her last breath. She's going to die. My big sister, my rock is going to die and all I can do is sit here screaming in the cafeteria as everyone stares but I don't care because she's dying.

As she gets carved to bits all I can think is that should be me; that should be me in that arena battling to the death, not her – god - not her. When the canon booms, it echoes in my ears and I let out the loudest scream of them all crumbling to the floor sobbing. No one else makes a sound or does anything remotely out of the ordinary. They all just continue on like nothing's happened; continue on like my sister didn't just die.


So here's the prologue for the new story I've been thinking of wrighting tell me what you think and if I should keep wrighting. if you didint guess this story is in Prims POV and it starts up right after Katniss dies in the games, she gets torchured by clove when she goes to get Peeta's medicine, if it wasn't clear. If I've missed any spelling mistakes please point them out. I would realy appreciate it.

-ellabumbella