Hey people! Ummm...soooo...after reading a couple of my sister's fanfics as well as others, I thought I would try writing one... Although, since I'm not very creative, I decided to just do a oneshot of the moment before Prim dies... A;;

I hope you guys will enjoy the story!

Please review! I'm really curious about how you guys would think of it cus I sort of designed the plot when I was half a sleep...sooo...it sort of ended up as a summary of what happened during the Reaping in Prim's point of view, with a tiny bit of added stuff... A;; Yeah...

Nostalgia

People are screaming all around me….ringing in my ears. It is the orchestra of Death, cries of pain mixing with cries of fear, fading into echoes ringing in the air, wrenching at my heart. Scattered around me are children, dead or maimed, their blood seeping into the snow around us. The pools of crimson blood are dotted with silver, parachutes of a lightly silver fabric, soft and silky at touch. The symbol of hope and help, turned into a deadly weapon, masked by its previous image. As I stare at a nearby blood-soaked parachute, images of what they had held flash though my mind, gifts of medicine, food, weapons…..and now….the gift of death.

My attention shifts as my ears pick up one voice, unique from the others. I close my eyes and absorb the sound, its familiarity, its desperation. A wave of nostalgia washes over me. Suddenly I am thrown back into the past, dressed in my sister's old outfit, the outfit of her first reaping. I am filled with dread, and a sense of foreboding seeped into my body as I watch the bright pink hair bob up and down, a hand reach into the crystal ball, distorting the image of all the small paper slips folded inside. A squeaky high-pitched voice warbles out a name, and it's not the one I was dreading to hear. It was Primrose Everdeen. Me.

Time seemed to suddenly slow to a stop, dragging me into some sort of warped reality. The sound of her voice echoed in my ears in a continuous beat, each time sounding louder and louder, drowning out the low mutter of an uncomfortable crowd. I can feel my skin pale. My legs tremble under my weight. One tiny slip of paper out of thousands. One. And slowly, I direct myself to the stage, forcing myself against my initial instinct, to run to my sister and sob. My sister who worked so hard to protect me. I feel as though I'm about to drop at any minute. I'm about to climb on stage when I hear her. Her voice, full of pain, fear, desperation….. Screaming my name over and over again as she rushes through the parting crowd towards me. As she throws me behind her she suddenly demands to volunteer, snapping me back into reality. I swing my arms around her, screaming her name. Begging her to change her mind. But she tells me to let go with a voice that is not her own, and I am jerked away from her.

I am forced back into reality. Recognizing that voice. The voice of one who I had presumed dead. Containing the same desperation that it held over a year back. I turn to the crowd, her name on my lips, when I am engulfed in flames.

Screams forever ring in my ears…

A/N: Sooooo...what'd you think? Please review!