It's Not Over

by iflifegivesyoubooks

He's gone, and all I have left is Haymitch. It's weird being around Gale, he doesn't believe me when I say Peeta and I weren't real, I've never been close to my mom, and Prim won't look at me the same way anymore. All I have left is Haymitch.

1. Chapter 1

"Shoot me." Peeta thrust the bow into my hands. "Come on Katniss, shoot me."

I couldn't do it, I'd only killed one person n my time in the games, four if you counted the two girls that got attacked by tracker jackers and Cato, I didn't. Besides Peeta was the only one who would put his life on the line to save mine; shouldn't I do the same? I pushed the bow away in disgust.

"I can't." I pointed at Peeta in accusation. "You can't ask me to kill you, if you won't do the same."

"Please do this." He whispered so quiet that I wondered if the cameras heard it. "Killing you would be like going blind, I'd be lost, fumbling for a reason to hold on, but I wouldn't find anything. I'd lose the one thing in my life that I can't replace, I can't lose you. I'd rather die."

I hadn't realized Peeta still had the knife in his hand, but it was all I could look at as he plunged it into his chest. His body fell onto the ground; blood seeping out of his wound as his eyes rolled up in his head. I heard the cannon and knew he was gone.

"No!" I shouted. "No, you can't do this Peeta, you can't give up that easily!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, I an pleased to present the victor of the seventy-fourth Hunger Games, Katniss Everdeen." The cheers of the Capitol filled my ears, trying to persuade me into believing it was just a game, and that I'd won.

I heard the hovercraft above me, but refused to look up; even after the rope latter came down beside me.

"NO!" I shouted. "THIS ISN'T OVER!"

The cheers cut out, as a peace keeper came down the ladder and grabbed my arm forcefully. He placed my hand along with his on the ladder, I tried to pull it away, but it was like my hand was glued to the ladder. I looked down at Peeta's lifeless body, blood still seeping out of his fresh wound.

That's when I realized, that it would never be over. The games might have ended, but what happens next year, or the year after that, more deaths, more pain, more regret. It's never ending.

I was pulled up into the hover craft, and someone shoved a needle into my neck. The world turned black, and I welcomed it with open arms, knowing that when I would wake the real challenges would Begin.