Prim POV:

I wake screaming and sweating from the same nightmare I have had so many times before. Of Katniss, of her final moments.

Flashback...

I had been reaped at my first reaping four years ago when I was twelve. I remember my name being called by a colourful strange looking woman holding a small piece of paper out in front of her with a huge lippy smile on her face. I started to walk up to the stage when I heard my name being called again, by Katniss. She ran to me and pulled me behind her forcefully, her face streaming with tears.

"I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!" I heard the words come from her mouth and bursted into tears.

No. No, this can't be happening. She was needed I wasn't, she supported out family by feeding and clothing us, making sure we survived. I was screaming now, crying out to her when I felt myself being picked up. I struggled to get free from the arms that restrained me, but they were to strong, Gale was too strong. I watched my sister make her way to the place that was surpassed to be mine, standing still and now completely emotionless.

The colourful woman made her way to the other glass bowl containing the boy's names. She reached in and pulled out a slip of paper and walked back to the microphone and unfolded it.

"Peeta Mellark" her voice boomed over the square. I only knew one thing about the boy. He was the one that gave us the bread. He saved us, and we couldn't repay him now. He was going to be dead if my sister ever came back to me. he walked up to the stage with fear written on his face.

I watched him shake hands with my sister he gaze lingering on her face his eyes filled with something I think I've seen before in the ways my father used to look at my mother. Then I knew he didn't only give the loaves of bread to my sister out of kindness, but he felt something for her.

I watched my sister being taken into the justice building, I didn't notice that Gale had put me down now and that my mother was now holding me. I was thinking about Katniss and how she told me that she would never love, that she would never have children. She never said why but I knew it wasn't because she had no heart it was because she was scared, scared of losing another person she loved.

We were outside the room Katniss was being held in the justice building waiting for a peacekeeper to let us in. When we were eventually aloud in I ran to Katniss and jumped into her arm and started my crying again. I was settled in her lap on a velvet couch when our mother wrapped her arms around both of us. Katniss looked up and gave her a stern look.

"You can't leave again! You can't, I won't be there to feed you and Prim while you're out of it. You need to be strong. You need to be there for Prim!" she spoke loudly to our mother, but finely her face softened a bit as she began to beg with her, "Please, please you need to keep her alive, she needs you now. Please, please don't leave her." she began to sob and for the first time in years I saw my mother's arms go around her and she did now move away or stand there with her arms by her side ignoring her, she buried herself in to our mothers arms and sobbed into her chest. We all sat there for a few minutes hugging and cry until I spoke.

"Please Katniss you have to try to win, try to come back to me. Please." I sobbed harder.

"I'll try Prim, I'll try." She said running her hand down my cheek as I snuggled into it possibly for the last time.

To soon the door opened and a peacekeeper came in and forcefully pulled us from the room and from my sister.

...

My sister made it to the final three. With Peeta Mellark. I liked this boy, I knew now that he didn't only care about my sister he apparently loved her, something Katniss never wanted, but when she found him wounded and alone she did everything she could to save him. She drugged him and went to the feast to get him medicine for his leg even, which had been cut by a massive, dark haired boy from 1 whose name was Gem. The names the people in district 1 give their children are ridiculous. Gem was still alive too. My sister and Peeta were in a cave close to a beach where they got most of their food and they had a spile to get water out of the trees. When Katniss had made it back from the feast she plunged the syringe into his leg and collapsed onto Peeta and fell asleep immediately. When she woke Peeta was running his hands through her hair, his face was sad. When she looked up at him and smiled he spoke.

"Why? Why did you do that? You could have died Katniss! You could have died for me, for nothing! Why?" he sounded angry at her for doing what she had done, but he looked better than he did. She didn't answer using her voice, but she still answered using her mouth. Her lips came gently to his. I was almost curtain this was her first kiss because of what she had told me about how she didn't want a relationship or children. He was shocked at first but he finely realised what was happening he kissed her back tenderly and with so much love.

I wanted someone to love me that much. I wanted the opposite of my sister, I wanted to love. Even though it hurt losing my father I was glad I had him for the time I did and I wouldn't change it.

...

On the last night in the arena it got dark early. The end was coming. Katniss and Peeta made their way to the cornucopia with their weapons and sat and waited for Gem to come to them. The games often ended near the cornucopia with tributes being herded there by the gamemakers.

Suddenly Gem came crashing out of the jungle ferns bolting towards them. They were about to attack him when they saw the huge wolf like mutts running after him and ran straight for the cornucopia. Gem got there first and climbed up quickly and collapsed on the top of the cornucopia, chest heaving. Katniss got there second with Peeta just behind her.

"Go Katniss! Get up don't wait for me!" said Peeta from behind her and she obeyed and claimed shortly followed by Peeta.

When he got to the top he saw Gem on top of my sister, fingers tightly around her neck, dangling her head over the edge just above the mutts reach as they jumped trying to bite and claw at her. Peeta lunged at Gem in an instant, pulling him of her and slamming him into the hot metal of the cornucopia, rage in his eyes. He grabbed the boys head in his hands just about to twist it fatally when he was stabbed in the side by Gems knife. He let got for an instant and Gem was up and making his way to Katniss who was still recovering and watching in horror as Peeta tried to pull the knife from his side which resulted in screams of agony coming from his mouth. Gem quickly pulled Katniss up by the hair, as she screamed Peeta used all his force to pull the knife out and stand on his feet to see Katniss in Gem's brutal headlock, one small movement and her neck would snap. Peeta was about to throw the knife directly at Gem's head when Gem spoke.

"I don't think you really want to do that loverboy, I know your no good at throwing knifes. You don't want to hit your girl do you?" he said with sadistic laugh. He was right Peeta really was a terrible aim with knifes. Peeta looks frantic, not knowing what to do, how to save her.

He looks at Katniss with a sorry look, but Katniss doesn't look upset or worried. He's surprised when she sees her give him a large smile, she manages to get out three words before she does the most selfless thing she has ever done.

"I love you." She says still smiling largely then pushes back hard against Gem. He loses his footing on the cornucopia and falls, Peeta lunges and tries to grab Katniss, but before Gem goes over the edge the cannon booms. She is dead. Gem hits the ground getting the air knocked out of him then the mutts attack. Peeta stands there in shock for a moment, his body shaking, he finely let out a small whimper then cried out loud dropping to his knees tears falling down his cheeks as he cries out in agony. The second cannon booms.

Peeta looks up the mutts are walking away, he slides off the edge of the cornucopia and limps over to a peaceful Katniss on the ground still with up turned lips even in death. She could be sleeping if her neck wasn't twisted on a horrible angle. He drops to the ground and gently pulls her head into his lap mumbling how sorry he is and saying he loves her.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present the victor of the seventy-first Hunger Games, Peeta Mellark! I give you the tribute of district twelve!" the voice booms.

I remember crying the whole night in my mothers arms.

...

The train slowed coming into district twelve, carrying the boy who loved my sister and was there when she died and held her in death. The boy who made my sister love.

When it stopped and Peeta stepped out I saw how horrible he looked. His blue eyes had tears rimming the edges and were dark, red and puffy underneath, he looked like he hadn't slept since the games. His lips quivered when he saw me. I ran up to him and hugged him and he collapsed in my arms, sobbed and apologized over and over again.

He was a broken man.

(End of flashback)

...

I thought about poor Peeta all alone in his victor house. He most likely had worse nightmares than me. He still looks the same as he did when he got off the train except is sleep deprived eyes are darker, his hair is shaggy and down to his shoulders because he won't let me cut it anymore, and his old smooth shaved face now has uneven with puffs of facial hair puffing out from his face from places he missed when he actually is sober enough to bother shaving.

Yes he had turned into Haymitch. I didn't blame him, It's how he dealt with her death. He drank, I trained. Peeta's year had caused a stir Peeta told me and the Capitol didn't like it. Tributes weren't supposed to fall in love they were supposed to kill cold heartedly. The Capitol wanted revenge and Peeta thinks I'm the target.

Today was the reaping. I was sixteen the same age my sister was when she volunteered for me in my first reaping. And this yeah it's the 75th quarter quell. When the president read the card out a couple of months ago it didn't reveal much, it just said that the reaping would be as it normally is and more would be revealed during the games.

I got dressed in the same dress that Katniss wore four years ago and got my mother to do my hair the same as she did hers. My mother didn't leave this time she fought her depression and it made me respect her more, though she still cried for her lost child as I did for my lost sister. I pinned the mockingjay pin to my dress which came back with Katniss. I was proud to be her sister and proud I had kept our mother alive even without her.

I learned to hunt with Gale though I didn't like killing animal and felt bad but I needed to know these things if I was chosen so I could make her proud. I couldn't use my sisters bow and arrows I couldn't bare it and I don't think Gale wanted me to use them anyway it was there thing. So he taught me snares and how to climb trees though he couldn't because he was so big but he had seen Katniss do it many times he knew how it was done. I was also good with knifes though I never killed a animal with them I just practised in trees. I didn't won't to kill if I got chosen, I don't know if I could kill another person, but I would protect myself.

I walked into town with my mother and gave her kiss on the cheek and went to get my finger pricked. My fingers now resemble hers, tough, scared and strong. I smiled at this. I made my way to the "pen" where the other sixteen year old girls were and stood silently. My eyes caught Peeta's, he looked miserable and drunker than ever. Reaping's were almost as bad as the anniversary of her death for him.

I waited and waited for that same colourful woman to get to what we were here for when she finally approached one of the glass bowls and stuck in her hand and pulled out a slip of paper and walked to the microphone and frowned for once and then spoke.

"Primrose Everdeen!" she said in her high pitched Capitol accent

Katniss was not here to save me now, but I wasn't afraid of dying I was sad I would never be loved the way she was.