Prim's Death.
I scream as the bombs go off, I see smoke and fire and the hazy shadows of screaming people. For a brief second, I think I see Prim. I try to find a place to hide, a place to stay safe, a place where I can hold Prim in my arms.
"Prim?" I screech. The fire burns my arms and legs and I wince at the pain. The explosions are ear bleeding. Finally, it all stops. There is still fire burning, but not as much. The smoke does not help either. I cough and begin to slowly walk around the burned remains of random objects and burned bodies.
I look around for my little sister, my darling Prim. I brush the hair from my eyes and look around at all the charred corpses of these little kids. For all I know, Prim is one of them.
"Prim?" I call, my voice hoarse. The smell of burned flesh and hair fills my nose and I almost gag. I see something familiar, Prim's red hair-bow. I gasp. "Prim! Primrose?" I shout. No reply. I begin to run around frantically, looking for my baby sister.
There, off in the distance, I see a long blond braid. I half-scream, half-sob as I run to her, knowing what her fate was, she was most-likely dead. I come upon her little body, her white blouse scorched and her little plaid skirt is in tatters. Her face is burned, her hair singed. Her eyes are wide open, as blue as the sky. My mind races to Peeta.
"Prim…" I whisper, my mind at its breaking point. "Prim? Prim! NO!" I begin screaming. "Prim! I'm so sorry!" I sob.
Things race through my mind; when I first held her in my arms when she was born, when she first spoke, when she took her first step, her first birthday, when she found Buttercup, when I brought her Lady. But mostly, her first reaping. I hold her tiny, burned hand tightly.
"This is my sister, Katniss, and I love her very much!" Prim kissed my cheek. That is what she did when she was five and I was eleven, we were at the market.
"Prim. I love you. I love you so much." I cannot bear it any longer. I kiss her nose softly, stand, and begin to walk away.
Coin killed my baby sister, the only person I love. I will get revenge. I will not forget.