I didn't have any room in the summary to put this in, but this is a take on what Katniss felt when Prim died.
Disclaimer: All aspects of this story involving the Hunger Games belong to Suzanne Collins.
It seemed like everything paled to that moment.
Among all the fire and mayhem, that one moment seemed to make it freeze, even for the briefest of seconds.
But it would never be a treasured moment; it would always be a plague to haunt her until her days ran out.
It was like lightning. It was like lighting that struck so fast and so violently that a scream didn't have the chance to tumble out of her mouth. Agony is present, not only in the body but the mind. The mind-numbing sensation doesn't falter, like an inferno continuing to burn from the inside out. It never stops, it only spreads. Flames are dancing among the grief, each step a fiery burn of anguish.
The fire won't stop; it's too cruel to stop. It's eating her alive, it's burning her to ash.
She had called for her; in slow-motion she had seen her mouth form the words. She had called for her, but she was only an ember in the everlasting terror. The fire engulfed her, burning her wings to nothing. She lay perished by pain. Her heart prolonged the agony, each beat cruelly taunting her as the flames continue to dance, their silhouettes surrounding her. There's no stopping it, it will continue to rage.
It's agonizing.
It's hell.
Then it's gone.
Ignited flesh no longer reaches her senses and the dancing flames are extinguished. But she still lay in torture; each heart beat reminds her of that. She's left isolated to her mind, her thoughts raging like wildfire. She might as well be ablaze, as the pain of her burning being pales to the tormenting thoughts that she's imprisoned with. It's a stampede and the sound is deafening, the harrowing thunder is enough to block out any shed of light that might stream through the dark prison.
She has no escape; the fire won't save her now.
Burning wasn't as agonizing as the torture her heart so mercilessly condemned her to by continuing throb in her chest. Each beat continues to taunt her simply by letting her live, simply by letting her survive the inferno. Her heart and head have made an alliance, callously burning without flames. She's engulfed by a new fire, and it continues to rage on, slowly consuming the life she's condemned to.
She should be thankful for life, but in life there's nothing left.
The dancing flames destroyed everything. Now there's nothing left but ash.
And only ash.
So that was the shortest thing I have ever written, and it may not be any good but I thought it wouldn't hurt to try.
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