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- HungerGamesFan333
I see Prim's ducktail hanging out of her uniform. I try to run to her already knowing what will happen, but I can't move. "Prim!" I scream out her name.
She looks at me. "Help me Katniss! You are said you would always be there for me. This is your fault!"
"Prim move!" I screach at the top of my lungs.
But it is two late. Her voice rings in my ears. You said you would always be there for me. This is your fault!. "Prim I am so sorry."
I wake up screaming and thrashing. Sweat lays across my forehead. My clothes are wet and damp. They stick to my body. They are the same clothes I was wearing when I came home from the Capitol. It has been two weeks. I've sat in my rocking chair the whole time. I stare out of the window. But I don't really see anything. All I see is white nothingness. I have nothing to look for. All of the people I love are gone. Prim. My poor Prim. She was my hope. Without her I have nothing to look forward to. She was the reason I didn't kill myself.
No one visits me anymore besides Greasy Sae. People used to come and pay their respects for the death of Prim. I would just sit there and stare out of the window. They must have realized there is no point to come. I am gone. Even Haymich stopped coming. He returned to his drunk self. Although its bad for him, it is rather comforting to have something that is still normal. Peeta. I hate to think of him. It is my fault he is hijacked. My fault that he has to stay in the Capitol. It is all my fault that the boy who used to love me, my boy with the bread, is stuck inside the body of a man who wants to kill me. Who thinks I am a mutt. I am a mutt. I deserve to be dead. Why aren't I dead. My train of thought is cut off as the front door opens. My back is to the door, but I know who it is. Greasy Sae, the only person who still has hope in me. "Katniss dear, you have to get out of that chair."
I don't respond. I just stare at my white nothingness. I hear food being placed on the counter. I don't eat by myself. Greasy Sae has to force it down. I'll thank her for keeping me alive once I become normal again. That is, if I become normal. "Ya know Peeta Mellark is coming back today."
I perk up at that. Peeta is coming home. But it is not my Peeta. I slump back down. "You should go hunting Katniss. It would be good for you."
Greasy Sae walks over to begin feeding me. I grab her wrist and look into her eyes. They look shocked and scared. "No. I will feed myself."
I take the boll from her hands. Her lips curve up into a smile. "I knew that the Mellark boy coming home would help you. I just knew it."
Later that day
I finally get enough courage to take a shower. I begin to stand out of my chair. I get dizzy and have to hold on to the back of the chair. My knuckles begin to turn white. It takes a few minutes before I am fully ready to go upstairs. I make it though. After taking a shower and changing into fresh clothes, I begin my hike downstairs. As I begin for the stairs. I can see out of the corner of eye Prim's room. My eyes fill with tears and I fall to the ground. I curl up into a ball and cry. I sob until I my throat hurts. Sleep overtakes me and I am drawn into a night filled with nightmares.
The next day
I wake up on the floor. I had nightmares last night. Thy were horrible. They were all about Peeta. I go downstairs to find that Sae has already come and left me some breakfast. I eat the stew. Excitement fills me because Peeta is home and I am going hunting. The two things I have misses the most. I grab my father's hunting jacket and my game bag. I slid the jacket on. I looks huge on me. My body is very thin. You can see my ribs. I t will take time to get me back to normal. I open the front door and a see a body planting flowers in my front lawn. Not just any flower. Primroses. A gasp escapes my lips. The body turns to me. I see his face. The face I thought I would never see. The face I have kissed so many times. The face that tried to kill me. My boy with the bread. The other half of the Star Crossed Lovers. Peeta Mellark. "Katniss?" he says.
"Peeta?" I whisper.
"I'm back. I got better while I was in the Capitol. I thought you would like these." He says while motioning toward the primroses.
"Like them?" I said while tears began to fall.
"Katniss, I-"
I cut him off. "Are you trying to remind me of Prim"s death! Are you trying to tell me that it was my fault! Are you Peeta? Are you?"
My tears turned into sobs. My body collapsed to the ground. Peeta ran to me and tried to embrace me. "Stay away from me." I hissed. "This is all your fault.
"Katniss, I was just trying to help."
"Is this your idea of helping? I was getting better, until you came back. Go back to the Capitol. Just leave!"
I got up and started running. I didn't dare look back at Peeta. I ran to the only place that I knew I was safe. My sanctuary. The woods. I ran, not caring were I ended up. My feet took me to the rock that Gale and I would always sit on. Gale. I cringe at his name. He is one of the reasons Prim is dead. I am the other. The truth is, I miss him. Part of me is mad, yet the other just wants my best friend back. I lay there on the rock imaging the day when Gale asked me to run away with him. The day my life took a turn for the worst. As, I laid there and cried, a storm began to grow above me. One one the deadliest storms that Panem has ever seen.
When I finally out of tears, I began to head home. I did not notice the storm until I looked up and saw a tree falling. Right on top of me. The tree came down and crushed my legs. I let out a scream of pain. My legs were numb. Black dots filled my vision and then I could see nothing. All I could do was feel the pain. It was worse than anything that happened in the 74th or 75th Hunger Games. 'I am going to die.' I thought to myself. 'I'm coming Prim. I'm coming my sweet little duck.'