(A/N: Okay so my last story, Jinx, was a complete bust. So I'm starting something new in it's place. Please, read, review, pass it on to your friends, and I completely support constructive critiquing. No hating unless it's reasonable. No "You're a terrible writer," "I hate you and your writing." Nothing like that because no one wants to read that. Well, enjoy.)
Chapter1: Accident?
Saying I was nervous would be an understatement, but saying I was excited is way off base. While I sat in the hovercraft on our way to the Capitol, I was bouncing my right knee, cracking my knuckles, biting the inside of my cheek, just anything that I could do to keep me from falling apart at the seams. I was the youngest person there and other people were probably thinking, "First day, this'll be fun to watch."
I was more stressed than anything, the most I've been in my entire life. But can you blame me? I was a nurse at the infirmary at District 13, helping wherever I could, but then President Coin came up to me and told me I was needed at the front for field medics. I was at first excited to help the wounded first hand, but then I remembered that Katniss, my older sister, and Rory, my, for lack of a better term, boyfriend, are soldiers. They're in the Capitol too. What if, while I'm out there, among the injured and dying, I see their bodies? Images flashed in my mind of Katniss lying in a pool of her own blood, her eyes wide open, an entry wound in her chest, or Rory slowly being covered by a white sheet, the light leaving his eyes forever. Apart from Mother, those two were the most important people in my life. I don't know what I'd do without them, how I'd live without them. My body temperature started getting hotter and hotter; I wanted to rip off my jacket and sweatshirt in order to cool down. The only coolness that my body found was my dog tag with my number on it, number FM 87365, and my gold locket with a Mockingjay on it. Katniss' escort, Effie Trinket, insisted that all Everdeens matched. Katniss had her pin, Mother has her ring, and I have my locket. It was a three picture locket, one picture was of Mother, another was Katniss, and the other was of Rory. I rest my hand against the middle of my chest, the square edges pressing through the thick fabrics. I take a deep breath and sigh. I will come back to them, I promised them before I left, and I never break a promise. I felt the hovercraft descend and I tightened my supply belt and bag.
The doors opened and all the medics spilled out. The air was thick with smoke; it crossed my nose and crawled down my throat. I coughed for air and squinted against the gray haze. I was starting to make out shapes, Snow's mansion stood tall with a few dents in it, there were big pieces of marble missing from the structure and the pillars looked like chewed up pencils. Scattered around the entranced was small, colorful bodies. It didn't take me long to figure out they were Capitol children. I gasped in horror as I saw them all in bloody heaps; there were severed arms and legs around, too. I ran to the nearest child. It was a girl younger than me, probably eight. She was wearing a tattered purple dress with a lemon yellow fur coat. I was never one for Capitol clothing. Her arm was in an abnormal angle, there was a deep cut on her side, and her face was burnt and bloody. I take off my white jacket to try to stop the bleeding. The girl began to cry loudly. It was most likely because of the District 13 crest on my sweatshirt, she had the idea set in her head that I am the enemy. I rest my hand on her shoulder, "Its okay," I said in a soft voice. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to make you better."
"Boom." She sobbed. I didn't know what she meant; she was probably delirious from shock, or woozy from blood loss. I reach for my belt for bandages to wrap up that cut. I open the pouch on the left side and pull out the first thing my hand lies on. I pull it out, and gasp. It was a rock. I go through the rest of my pouches and they're all just rocks. I have no supplies! How could that be? I packed my belt properly before I left. How could I have nothing but rocks in my pockets?
I was going frantic; I had a bleeding, dying child on me and no medicine or supplies to help her. I pressed the jacket tighter against her body. Red began to seep through the white fabric and the girl began to cry again. My heart was racing; I was looking around trying to find anything that could help me out here, but all that was around me was dirt, rubble, and dying children. Not the best first aid kit out there.
A big shadow soared over me and I realized that it was a Capitol hovercraft; the eagle crest on the bottom pierced through the smoke and dropped dozens of things from the bottom. Parachutes, like the ones that sponsors dropped for tributes in The Games. They might just have medicine in them. As they fell, I realized that this was too easy. We were in a war; it would've been obvious if a parachute contained a weapon or something that could pose a threat to the Rebels. The Rebels would've caught them by now with the speed they were dropping, which was very slowly. Plus, I've seen those sort of packages before. Gale and Beetee were working on something with a similar shape, but I couldn't remember what they were at the time.
In the distance, I heard a faint, desperate voice call my name. Over the roar of battle, the call was nearly impossible to hear. I looked up towards where the voice was coming from. I had to squint, but I saw a familiar, slender figure. It's long, black hair whipping back as it ran towards me. It's bow swinging wildly at its side. Katniss? It was my sister; she seemed to be terrified of something as she yelled my name at the top of her lungs, "Prim! Prim!" she called. With a jolt, I realized what the parachutes were, bombs.
Time seemed to slow down. The screaming dampened; the smoke began to clear from my eyes for a moment, and the parachutes' ticking became louder in my ears, echoing forebodingly. I reached out towards my big sister; I wanted to be with her, in her arms, away from here. I wanted to be back in the Seam, back in my bed with Mother and her. I wanted to be safe. "Katniss…" I said, and then the parachutes went off.
My body became painfully hot all over; deafening booms rang in my ears, pounding against my ear drums. Fire licked my clothing and pierced through the fabric, smoldering my skin raw. My legs buckled as red and orange shrouded my eyesight. Children's screams cried out for mommies and daddies, all except one. One was calling for her big sister, Katniss. I was yelling above everything, despite the smoke that choked me. Tears tried to pour out of my eyes but it was so hot that they immediately evaporated. The pain began to be unbearable; it's burning and scorching hurt too much for me to even scream. I was so scared; I knew I was going to die, the same way my father died. I felt my skin crawling back, pealing off from extreme heat. I wanted to be away from here, to be safe, as far away from war and death as I could.
A jerk pulled me by my navel, like there was a fishing hook lodged inside my belly button and I was the catch of the day. The ground left my feet and I felt like I was spinning wildly. I wanted to vomit but my throat was too dry to even do that. My head began to loll from shoulder to shoulder like I had no control over my neck and everything went black.