The bombs are coming down like rain. So many children, dead in seconds. I run and I don't stop, holding the hand of a little girl no older than six. The explosions behind me are so loud the girl is screaming. When we finally get far enough away I see Katniss screaming my name. She is watching in horror. The realization hits me: She thinks I am in range of the bombs!

I try to cry to her but she can't hear me. The little girl beside me asks "Who are you?"

"Prim." I reply gently. "Are you hurt?" I ask. She shakes her head.

"My name is Bethannie." she tells me proudly. "From District 7!"

I smile at her. For a second I feel envy- she is so pure, so innocent, and she doesn't know what is going on. I wish I could just forget it all.

Katniss once told me a way to figure it all out. I decide to try it.

My name is Primrose Everdeen. I am 13 years old. My sister was in the hunger games and became the face of rebellion of District 13. I was becoming a doctor. Now Katniss thinks I'm dead...

It didn't help and I don't know what to do. I couldn't go back to Thirteen. I couldn't stay here. I couldn't go further into Panem. I decide to find a place of green with as few people as possible to stay until this is all over.

Bethannie looks up at me earnestly. "What are you thinking about?" she asks.

"N-nothing." I reply. "Let's go somewhere all on our own for a while."

Bethannie doesn't question or ask why. She just comes with me. We walk and talk and learn more about each other. For such a little girl, she's very smart and chatty. She's like a little sister. As soon as I think the word sister, my thoughts turn to Katniss and tears form behind my eyes. I don't cry, because I am strong and I can do this.

I don't know how long we've walked for. I don't know why I don't break down. All I know is, I've found the place.

It's full of trees and leaves. It has yellow-green grass. I'm guessing I am near what used to be Twelve, but that's all I can do: guess.

Three Months Later.

"Prim," asks Bethannie, "Why were there big bombs?"

I don't know if I could bring the news onto such a little girl. I'm not sure how much time has passed, but I decide now is as good as any time.

"Bethannie," I say, "I'll tell you another day. But tomorrow, we're going back." I brush Bethannie's raven-colored bangs out of her face and say goodnight.

During the night, I dream of Lady, Buttercup, and of course Katniss.

The next morning we get up early.

"Bethannie?" I begin. "It's time."

We go the way we came, and trudge through the pile of leaves around us.

After what felt like days of walking, I come to what was left of the Capitol. It's so... different. Even little Bethannie notices. Something catches the corner of my eye.

My mind can barely work. Everything I have ever known is focused on one person: Katniss. I need to see her, talk to her. I run like a wolf, Bethannie trailing behind.

Katniss doesn't notice me until I crash into her and latch onto her. She looks so shocked, like nothing in the world matters to her either. She gives me the biggest hug the world has ever seen. Tears fill my eyes and I just let them flow. My sister, who thought I was dead. My sister, who I haven't seen in months. My sister, Katniss, finally knows I am alive.