WARNING: Those who have not read Mockingjay should not read this story! The reason for this story was that I figured it was necessary. Even though I've read Mockingjay a long time ago I still felt like what happened to Prim should not be left forgotten. This is set in Katniss's Pov. So here you go…
A Worthless Sacrifice
Gone. She was gone with no way of coming back. I wouldn't even be able to see her dead body because she's in pieces, just like my father. Why did both of them have to die the same way? Why couldn't they die peacefully, like from old age? Why must the ones I loved the most have to die?
It's all because of the Capital's fault. Because of them, no one would have ever even thought about a rebellion. And of course the rebels chose me to be their Mockingjay, their leader. I wasn't even much of a leader. I was only the person who's the fault of so many of people's lives just because they were friends with her, know her, like her, or even spoken to her.
Now I just gave my little sister her death. She never truly aged the age of a teenager and now she never will.
All because of me.
I think I would have rather sent her to the Hunger Games. At least there she would have had a chance, a chance of living. Plus I wouldn't feel as guilty. If I had to decide who would kill Prim out of me to other people I would have told someone else to do it. I just couldn't even if it was a bullet in the head. I can't even imagine smacking her. She was at first the only thing I loved. It's because of this that I always told myself that I shall protect Prim from any harm and now look at where she's at. Dead.
I gave up so much to protect her. I risked my life in one of the Hunger Games just so that she wouldn't have to go. I had to go against love. I had nightmares the rest of my life. I had fears no one else would have thought of. I killed others so they wouldn't kill me and make me break my promise with her about going back home. I've seen people die in torture. Even if I was still surviving I gave up the purpose of life. The whole reason I was in the Hunger Games twice and brought up a rebellion was all because of her. If I didn't volunteer there would be no rebellion, the many, many deaths, no Peeta in my future and there would be no Mockingjay.
Oh Prim. Sweet, loving Prim. Why did you have to die? I had given up my life for you and now it seems like I had done it without reason. My life changed, all because of me wanting to protect her.
I hate it. I hate my life. I hate what has happened.
And the bitter irony of my sacrifice only makes me feel worse.