What Now?
Finally. These are the only words that come to my mind. Finally. It has now been 15 entire year since that horrible day. The day I lost her. Not a day goes by where I do not feel
an ache in my side from her not holding on to me. I lost my sister Prim 15 years ago. Now some might think that she was possibly a victim in The Hunger Games if they do not
know their history, but others, who were there, know what really happened. She was murdered by our own leader. I still cannot believe that heartless woman, Coin, Killed my
sister and so many other just to get to be in a position of power. I can still feel that burn in my heart when I found out the truth. I still feel all that pain and anger. I can still feel
the arrow releasing from my bow and I remember watching it as it burrowed in to Coin's heart. After all the things that have happened, I believe it is good that we are now free
as a nation. I am just sad that it feels it was at the cost of my sisters' life.
Finally after 15 years of pain I can start to look on the brighter side of my life. I now have a little boy with Peeta, his name is Cinna Gale Mallark. I also have a daughter and for
so many years it has hurt me to even say her name, Primrose Rue Mallark. What is worse is that she even looks like Prim, small and fragile but she has my fierceness to her. I
could barely call her in from playing outside with her brother because to even hear Prim's name wounded me. Today is like any other day here back in District 12. After all these
years we have rebuilt so much of what we have lost. The Hob is back in place, the fence has been torn down and there is grass growing in the meadows out in the woods where
Gale and I would go together after hunting. Peeta and I decided to have a picnic today with our kids. We all hike to this familiar spot and after about 30 minutes we finally make
it. Alone it would have only taken me 10 at the most but with Peeta's leg and two children, I suppose I have to be patient. Peeta and I settle down, while the children run
around playing one of their games. As we rest down on to the blanket, Peeta pulls me close to him and whispers "I love you". I stare straight ahead and reply "I love you too".
Just then as I am watching my children play I have an odd feeling. A good feeling. One that is not clouded with some sort of sadness or ache. I finally realize for the first time in
who knows how long I am finally…. Happy.
All of the sudden a loud awful scream fills the air. My eyes fly open, I feel chills run up my arms and down my spine. That scream only belongs to one person, Prim. I jump out of
bed and run to her I throw my arms around hold her tight I now look around and realize that I am back in my old house back in the Seam. I look around for answers but wind
up with nothing. I look to Prim, "What is wrong little duck?" and with a sob she cries out "It was me, they picked me at the reaping" and then just then I realize it was all
nothing but a dream.