A one shot I've been hesitant of posting. I've had it written for at least a month, maybe even two or three. I can never tell if I like it or hate it. Somehow it doesn't seem to be enough, and in someways...just too much.
I'll be updating Districts of Hunger and The Phoenix: Burning Day tomorrow and Saturday. Then Phoenix will resume it's 3 times a week update this coming week . Sorry for sick delay guys!
The odds had been entirely in her favor. But it hadn't mattered.
Katniss Everdeen, The Hunger Games. Page 22
I hear her call my name. I turn towards her, and my lips are forming her name. My Katniss, who I'd heard was dead—alive, then dead again. The one who saved my life—who loved me enough she was willing to die for me—again and again. I know that she's here because of me.
I know she thinks it's her fault that I'm here, that I'm on the front lines tending to wounded. But it's not. We are the same, she and I. She would die to save me, and I would die to save her. But she's always been stronger than me—fighting so hard to protect me. That's what she does, she fights for the things she loves, and I try to heal the things I love. We're not so different after all, both risking everything for what we love.
Her eyes are wild and she's angry but more worried I'm here. But I was asked to come, asked to save these people who needed my help. How could I refuse? Did it matter I didn't know them? No, just as it didn't matter that she didn't know Rue—She loved her instantly. And these poor defenseless children, just collateral damage in a war they don't even understand. I'm here to save them, because it's what I believe in. I learned that from her—from Katniss, that you have to fight for people who can't fight for themselves even if it means your own life. I fight to heal them, to help them see the world that's soon going to be free.
It doesn't matter that we were raised in a world where what she did was extreme, that volunteering to die for me was akin to begging for her own death. She did it anyways, without question—without thought. And when Coin asked me if I wanted to help, it was what I wanted to do anyways—where I wanted to be. Just like I hoped that anyone who was around my wounded sister would help her. I want to be there to help whoever needed it as best as I could, and to see Katniss.
She calls my name, and I turn toward her so happy to see her, alive and well. I see her fingers reaching out for me, and my lips are trying to push the words out of my mouth when everything explodes and shatters.