A/N: okay I have been thinking about this ever since the end of the book because Suzanne Collins can't hate us that much that she would kill off the character that though was not the girl on fire was the girl with the heart. Oh and by the way Prise is pronounced like Price.
Summary: there was a reason Gale was un-phased by the devastating act that changed Katniss' life yet again. Now as life goes on so does she. no, not the girl on fire but the girl with the heart. As she finds new forces are threatening the temporary peace. The son of a powerful revolutionary against the capitol wants what was lost to him a few years ago. This man will test whether the girl with the heart can really love everyone and love the man she knows she must hate but believes she can change him.
She was strong and she had edge, Katniss she was the girl on fire. But me well I was something different I didn't hate the world I loved it because inside of me was not a spark but a heart full of love. Though fire isn't all that makes us strong, I too am just as strong if not stronger. She had to fight to the death and fight to keep going while me I had to fight not to be heard, not to be myself; I had to hide the only thing that kept me going. I had to hide what everyone needed and what everyone needed was love. I, More Prise, hold love in my heart. My name is More, Mor, Prise because that is what everything comes with, a price. Everything comes with a price and every time the asking price is a little bit more than before.
I have a new home now, far far away from where we once lived and far far away from the fire. The pale moonlight cast eerie shadows on the walls of my tiny room. my tossing and turning did nothing to shake the memories or the thoughts of my…..death, and when sleep comes that is all it is.
Ohh, oh god. The kids were gathered together cut and bleeding with no protection. I saw one girl she was away from the others, like she hadn't quite made it there. She was staggering to get up but she was having a hard time with her arm bent at a backwards angle.
Then she turned her head up, my heart broke in my chest. Her huge chocolate eyes were filled with tears and a look of sheer fear for her life masked her face. She was choking on the impossible screams of terror and pain still stuck on her tongue. I ran towards her with the contents of what was left of my already dwindling medical supplies smashing around in my bag. I fell to the ground by the girl and find a splint in my bag. I was able to set her arm into a proper position. It caused me just as much pain as it did her when I bent her arm back into place, yet I knew she would be okay.
Next I rummaged through my bag and pulled out an almost empty water bottle and handed it to the little girl. And just as her greedy hand reached for it, the deafening sound of an explosion ripped through the air.
I heard a shout and screams but one voice one word made all the difference, "Prim!"
I turned to see my sister looking off toward the other kids directly where the bomb had dropped. The shock and tremor of the explosion had knocked the breath out of me. I couldn't yell I couldn't tell her I was okay. But then I realized she wasn't looking at me she was looking at another girl with my same blonde hair and clothes that all the medics wear. She thought it was me, she thought the other girl, Joyce her name was, was me. I knew if Katniss had seen her face she would have known it wasn't me. Joyce had the same eyes and hair but her features were slightly rounder than mine and she had the tiniest hint of freckles.
Yet, in the heat of the moment the, horrible disaster of the blast, the confusion cost lives. As the dust cleared I ran, as fast as I could I had to get out I had a nasty gash in my own arm and not enough supplies to fix it. I couldn't find my mother, my sister was stumbling her way to Joyce and I could barley breathe and see straight to go and correct her mistake to tell her I'm okay. Then I saw him, Gale, he was standing far off from the group with something small and black in his hand. I ran faster, the blood rushing from the wound in my arm and my head pounding I stumbled up to him and tried to tell him what happened.
"The-the bombs they they killed Joyce, but Katniss thinks that it was me. My-y arm is bleeding not enough supplies, where is my m-mom?" I stammered and coughed
"They think your dead?" he asked calmly.
All I could do was nod my head I was losing major amounts of blood.
"Then let them think you are dead, this is what Katniss needs, not at first but…."
"W-what?" I hacked.
He nodded and said, ":Yes I know you don't understand and I know the consequences of this but most…most will be for the better."
I thought it was insane, but I was in state to argue the world was fading in-out in-out. Blacking out around the edges till I stumbled forwards.
To this day I still believe Gale was wrong, he was rash and upset, I don't blame him like my sister does. However there was nothing I could have done. When Katniss told Gale what happened he did not mention me. I was still passed out somewhere from what happened. Of course once the plan of Gales was set in motion there was no way to change it no way to take it back. No way but to move on and except it. So now here I am in district two with Gale and his younger siblings and soon to be wife. They are sticking to the same story that had to come up with during the game that we were cousins and that's why I'm here. There are only three people that know the truth, Gale, Rory, and Posy.
I try to move on and I did I have a new life here, as More, or as Posy likes to call me Morry, yet I can't get one thing out of my head and I haven't been able two for the past four years. One word can make all the difference, and there is so much more power in a name than anyone could ever imagine.
"PRIM!' she screamed and there was nothing I could yes just as gale wanted everyone to believe Primrose Everdeen is dead but to me she is alive very much alive and on her own against the world just like her sister was almost four years ago.
Alone! It so scary how alone one can be when surrounded by so many people. I have learned though that it hurts more to b with people you love and have them never know the truth.
I can't sleep, I'm having one of those nights. I get out of bed and go to the closet I find my black pants and jacket slip into my shoes. I push the messy blonde tangles out of my face and push open the door to my little bedroom. I walked quickly and quietly down the steps.
"Going out again?" Rory asks from the kitchen. I can tell he's been waiting for me, he has his own boots and jacket already on.
"So where we going tonight," Rory asks once were on the cold quite streets of district two.
"High ground I whisper," I don't have to say more he knows exactly what I'm talking about.
There is this little hill shaded by a circle of tree that you can only see if you look just the right way. It's the only place in the entire flat and sunny district two that reminded me of the wooded land of twelve.
I sit down on the dewy grass and lay down to look at the stars. They aren't as bright as the ones from twelve but stars are all seeing whether we can see them. Rory lies down next to me and I put my head on his chest. And silently under the autumn air I drift a semi-peaceful sleep under the stars.
A/N: so that was the very first chapter so tell me what you think about it so I can improve or just give me your thoughts. anyway please review, they mean the world to me and always make me smile!