A/N: Okay, so this is my story! It's from Gale's perspective. It's my first one so be nice! Read and Review Please!
Chapter 1:
Ask Me How I Am
I'm flying. 40 feet in the air. Moving through people and over buildings in one fluid motion. Life is good right now. Until I hear the screaming. I fly over the herd of people moving toward the screams. And then I see why everyone is screaming. They are all huddled near the entrance of Presidents Snow's mansion. There are children, toddlers, and teenagers all lying on the ground covered in blood. The lucky ones are all ready dead, and the unfortunates are the ones who's arms and legs have been ripped out of their sockets, and flung 20 feet away from them. I get there just in time to see her calling out Prim's name. She's racing towards her, but it's too late, the second bomb is already going off. I'm screaming for Katniss to run, but she is just standing there, watching her sister burst into flames.
My name is Gale Hawthorne, little Prim is dead because of me, I created the bomb that killed her, and I have this nightmare every single night.
Waking up is hard to do, especially when you have nothing left to live for. I live by myself in District 2. I currently live in a rented house, and am finishing off the last of the Peacekeepers. I never visit District 12. In fact, I cannot stand it. Katniss didn't want me. She never did. She only felt sorry for me.
My alarm goes off, but I'm already awake. I smack it to shut it off, but I hit it so hard it's broken. Oops… Guess I need a new one. It's my day off today. I've decided to go hunting. It's my first time doing it since she left. But I don't blame her, I did kill her sister.
I put on my clothes, brush my teeth, and grab my bow and quiver. My house is small, but I like it. I have no mirrors though, I guess it's because I can't stand to look at myself. Just as I'm about to leave the phone rings. I pick it up and a familiar voice speaks.
"Gale, It's me, how are you." Of course… it's my mom.
"Oh, um, I'm fine, just killing off the last of the Peacekeepers."
"Well, you said that the last time I called. It's been three months since the rebels took over, Gale, and you haven't even visited once!"
Has it really been three months? It seems like just yesterday she and I were hiding out in the supply closet breaking pencils. "I'm sorry mom, but I've got a life here now, you understand don't you? I mean you and Posy, Rory, and Vick have a new life now. You don't need me anymore." I say, with as little self-pity as possible.
"Gale, I need you, I'll always need you. And I know what happened between you and Katniss…but you shouldn't stay away from your home just because of her.
At the sound of her name I immediately recoil. "No! It's not because of her!" I mumble. Just her name threatens to break me…
"Then why don't you come back, please, you've already missed Christmas…"
The next 30 minutes are her persuading, begging, and even crying for me to come back for just a little while. And, by the time she hangs up, I have bought myself a one way ticket to District 12.
A/N: Soooo, what did ya think?