A/N: This is my first fanfic and I really wanted to make one on the Hunger Games. If I get reviews, I'll add onto the story. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games.
Why don't people understand? I don't want their company or their sympathy .All I want is to be alone in sorrow. I just want to grieve over my sister's death and the others that I've lost. Greasy Sae comes by to check up on me and make sure I'm still alive. She cooks and I force myself to eat it. Sae keeps her distance. She tried talking to me at first, but soon gave up once she realized she wouldn't be getting a word out of me.
So here I am, hidden in my bed, being the useless and pathetic thing I am. At one point I was the Mockingjay, the symbol of the rebellion as some would say. I represented hope throughout the Districts of Panem. As long as I lived, the rebellion lived. What do I have to live for now? There is no more rebellion, my sister is dead, my best friend and my mother left me, and my hijacked boy with the bread is in the Capital getting "treated".
I really miss Prim, I miss her so much. Not a day goes by where I don't miss my sister. It was my responsibility to take care of her. It was my duty to protect her and looked what happened. I watched poor little Prim die right in front of me. I would do anything, and I mean anything to see my Prim again. To see her full of life and happiness. I would take in the innocence in her eyes and the blondeness of her hair. I would let her laugh run through my head all day and chase her around calling her my little duck. Prim was the only person I was sure I loved. I shed a tear for my sister. Those tears multiply and eventually turn into my sobs. I turn on my side and clutch my pillow and just cry. I can feel my heart break in my chest. I need you Prim, I need you here with me. As flashes of my sister pop in my head and tears continue to fall, I fall into a dreamless sleep.
I wake up the next morning dreading the day ahead. Another day filled with tears and regrets. Oh how "fun". My head is still numb from the crying that took place yesterday, but feeling is normal. Just like every day, I force myself out of bed and make my way into the bathroom.
My hands grab the edges of the sink and I force myself to look at myself in the mirror. Dried tears stain my face along with purple blotches that appear below my eyes. My hair is in it's normal mess which adds to my zombie like appearance. Look at yourself Katniss. Look at what you've become. I guess seeing myself scared some sense into me, so I decide to take a shower. I allow all my sadness to wash away as the warm water trickles down my skin. Once the water stops, so does the relief as I allow my cloud of depression creep up on me. I step out of the shower and throw on some clothes. For some reason I decide to braid my hair. It's rare for me to braid my hair. I usually don't have the effort to braid it, but I suppose I just feel extra abnormal today.
I head downstairs and find Greasy Sae in the kitchen cooking some eggs and bacon. She sees my with my braided hairstyle and smiles. I hope she doesn't think I' feeling better, because I don't. I still feel like crap. There's something a little off about her today. She seems a bit bubblier than usual, and I don't think she thinks I feel better. What can it be?
As my mind wonders at the possibilities of why Greasy Sae might be in her perky mood, I begin on eat my eggs and rip off bits on my bacon to feed them to Buttercup. I suppose me and Buttercup made a truce when I came back. We both grieve over Prim and I suppose he's the only company that I can tolerate now. As I continue questioning Sae's behavior, Sae takes a seat next to me. She is still wearing her smile. I look at her with confusion when she says something that leaves me in shock.
"He's back. Peeta's back."