CH 1
Katniss, the girl who was on fire, was burning out. Who was I really, I thought, if I couldn't do anything but watch as my sister, was almost killed. The sister I promised safety, and that everything would be alright. Selfish. That's who I was. Selfish little Katniss Everdeen of District 12. I'd had two boys longing to be with me, a loving family and, as of the first Hunger Games I'd been in, a beautiful home. But none of that mattered now. What does matter now? Prim won't speak, Peeta and Gale are gone, and my own mother joining the Capitol's forces. What matters?
Prim. She's my priority. I needed to find her. Where was she though? After the smoke from the bombs cleared I looked all across the lawn where she'd been only moments earlier and found nothing but the mangled corpses of Capitol children. Oh, if only Peeta were here to help me loo–, I stopped myself. He doesn't matter anymore. Only Prim matters. I turned the corner around the building – more bodies – but not a single one belonging to my little sister. I wasn't sure weather or not to be relived or more worried that I couldn't find her.
That's when I saw it. The blimp. The jumbo-screen showing my Primrose, to all of Panem, bound, gagged, sobbing and being interrogated at gunpoint.
"Where is she, Primrose? We just want her to be safe."
I knew that voice. It'd been long since I'd last heard it, or at least it felt that way.
"She could be killed by Capitol citizens if they knew that she caused this destruction firsthand."
Whose voice was that?
"Katniss, honey,"
No. It couldn't be her. She'd never...
"Katniss, Mommy loves you. Give yourself up."