Chapter 1
Katniss had known that when she had sentenced President Coin to death that her own death would shortly follow. After committing the deed, a tangle of arms had appeared from the crowd behind her, pulling her away violently in a desperate attempt to get her locked up before any more damage was done.
She was shown into one of the palace's storage rooms. It was cold and had an eerie air about it. Grand pieces of furniture and art, untouched and unseen for years mirrored Katniss' stillness.
She was there for three days.
Three days laid on a hard, wooden bench staring at the ceiling. Three days of non-movement. Three days refusing to eat. Three days trying to muster the courage to use the suicide pill hidden in her clothes.
Finally, the time had come.
Her decision for action made, Katniss slowly sat up with her back learning heavily against a stone pillar in order to save herself from falling back down in weakness. One by one, she said a silent goodbye to those close to her. To those she had failed.
Peeta, still maniacal with hate after the Capitol's torture.
Gale, savaged by a mutt in their battle to get to the palace.
Her mother who would now have two daughters to grieve. Would she ever recover?
Prim…
Katniss could not bear it any longer. The pain she had held a bay in her catatonic state started to leak through. She knew that the leak would soon become an unstoppable flood.
With determination, Katiniss grabbed the pill, close her eyes and took a deep breath. She moved the pill swiftly towards her mouth.