A/N: Hello readers! This is my first FanFiction on this username, as my other one was deleted… This is written in Primrose's POV. What would have happened if Katniss didn't volunteer for Prim? Read this one-shot and find out! Don't forget to review!
Did she just say my name? I look over to my older sister Katniss, her face goes pale. She did say my name. My knees start to shake. My feet each feel fifty pounds as I climb the stairs. Effie Trinket gives me a large, cheesy grin, causing my stomach to knot up even more. My head lightens as her hand stretches out to mine. My hearing messes up. I don't know what she is saying any more. I assume she is asking about volunteers. I take a large gulp, hoping, begging, and willing for someone to take my place. Instead I see Katniss, sobbing. My strong sister is crying. No one volunteers for me. I shudder at the thought of going into the Hunger Games, alone.
When Effie calls the name of the boy tribute, it is just a slur of words. A boy around Katniss' age comes up to the stage. His face is pale. His blonde hair shines in the sun. He has a strong body. I don't stand a chance against someone like this. He looks down at me, his eyes full of sorrow. Again, I look into the audience. Katniss has her face buried in Gale's shoulder, her body trembling. I want to cry so hard. I want to cry about leaving my family, going into the Games, facing my death. But I don't. With every will in my body I don't. I know I can't cry on stage. I want Katniss to think I can do this. I need to be strong for my family.
Instead of weeping as I wish to, I straighten my back and hold my head high. I glance over at the boy once again. He nods in my direction, acknowledging my change in posture. I suddenly feel strong; stronger than I ever had. Katniss has always been the strong one of the family, but now I feel responsible. As Katniss melts down, I build up. I need to get home to my family. No matter what it takes, I have to get home.
I'm not ready to say goodbye. I am pushed into a small room. The door closes behind me. I sit in a chair and sigh aloud. I don't want to leave Katniss or my mother or Butterscotch. I want to stay home, safe from the cruel Hunger Games. But as much as I wish this, it is too late. It is too late to have someone volunteer for me, too late to even run away. Suddenly my door creaks open.
"Prim?" I hear Katniss whisper. The door busts open and I am engulfed in a hug. "Oh Prim, I am so sorry!" Katniss says. "I wanted so badly to volunteer for you, but something inside me wouldn't let me go up there. My voice just stopped working…" She begins to sob.
"Shhh," I say calmly. "It's okay Katniss. I'm okay." I rock her back and forth like a baby.
"But Prim, I can't let you go," she says. "I can't say goodbye to you…"
"Well, you're going to have to," I say. "I love you Katniss. I love you so much. And no matter what happens, I will always have you in my heart."
"I love you too Prim," Katniss whispers in between cries.
Before I know it, all my loved ones have said their goodbyes. I am getting on the train, heading to the Capitol. I am going into the Hunger Games.
A/N: So, please proceed to tell me what you think in a review or PM me! Thanks!
P.S. Please check out my friend's FanFictions! Tacobelle and mggsmonkey! They both have awesome stories! Lastly, take a look at the FanFiction my friend and I made together, LiviBelle!