The Story of Prim Everdeen

by kimmyko-san

The war with the Capital was over. Katniss and Peeta continued forth with their lives, hoping to gain a sense of peace they hadn't had before and for a while, they did. Our two heroes grew up, and as such, children endued. Children almost being a promise that it was a new beginning. However, will old ghosts rise again? The question is, how do you win the next games?

1. Chapter 1

District twelve; An Icy Winter's Day.
My mother's cries of anguish wake me. I find my fingers stiff from gripping the bed sheet I hadn't realized I had been holding. The cries tend to happen when the weather changes to cold, it's the days my father holds mother in their bed. Their bodies huddled together as mother shivers, her grey eyes having a glossy far away stare as father's face is furrowed in concentration. Today is one of those days.

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I breathed out into the cold air. The house was ghostly when mother wasn't up and awake. Our mornings would normally consist of a warm breakfast made together by mother and father. Mother would at times sing, and when she did, we would all hold our breath in wonder. The kind of wonder that made me want to cry joyous tears, and never breath again if it meant the song could continue. Today, however, the house lacked the warmth it tended to radiate. "Gooo.." a child's gargle brought me back to my little brother's hand tugging on the white sleeve of my fluffy jacket. I smile at him. He is too little to understand, a mere three years, but for now I have to watch him for a bit. Mother won't leave her bed until whatever torments her leaves, and father isn't likely to leave her side, but call for us to comfort her as well.
"Prim! Finny!" Our father calls. Its time. I stand up slowly, watching the thin layer of snow fall down and my warm breath make small wisps of smoke against the frosted air. I don't want to go inside just yet. Its never fun to see my mother in such a state. "Prprprp" Finny giggles, making bubbles with his salva. "Lets go Finny." I say, though he looks at me in a questioning way. It makes me wonder if he doesn't understand being called by his name yet. I take his own small hand in my own, and lead him inside, off the porch I had sat on. Once inside, I peel away the layers of snow clothes I had dressed him in before going outside before taking off my own. "Prim! Finny? our father called again, his steps indicating that he was approaching. We worried him by now. I couldn't tell if he was surprised to see us, or if he was just disoriented.

"Prim please, just answer next time okay?" He said, his shoulders coming down in an unseen blanket of fatigue. "Okay." I said softly. The sense of dread veils the house and as my father leads me and fin into our mother's room, I decide that I should keep a diary.