In the middle of the night, when I had crawled in bed with my mother, my feet hadn't been covered in socks. As soon as they had hit the floor, the bottoms of my feet turned to ice. I gasped, and my hand flew to my mouth. No need to wake up Katniss.
I walked across the floor, feet getting colder with each step. As I crawled into bed with Mother, my blonde hair got caught in my mouth. I spat it out, and curled up to warm my feet. The full moon outside shone through the window, and it bathed Katniss in an eerie pale light. I looked at her for a moment, the peacefulness of her sleeping face calming me. I would stare at her sometimes, when I was feeling restless. It always calmed me. I rolled onto my back, clicking my tongue softly to call Buttercup over. The last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep in my mother's arms was Buttercup switching beds.
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That was a long time ago. Now, as my platform was rising to the arena, I remembered the feeling of terror when my name was called. 'Primrose Everdeen!' shouted in a loud, clear voice that reached over the crowds, making everyone's ears perk up. I remember facing the crowd, Katniss's face a mask of terror. And, just as she was about to volunteer, the boy tribute called. Too late.
I remembered my outfits, diamonds. What do you get when you press coal? A sweet little diamond.
I remembered training… mostly camouflage. I can't fight… can't kill! I'm a healer, not a killer.
I remember Haymitch's last words to me. "Run for it kid, or don't. Either way, you have no chance." His drunken grip hard and his voice smelling of whiskey.
I remembered a lot of things. I was lost in thought for a full minute.
When the time was up, I didn't run. I froze. I should have moved.
Because, ten seconds later, I knife flew across, hitting my in the chest. I had just enough time to look at dumbly before I felt the blood gush out of my mouth. Before I died.