So I haven't written in almost a year, and every one of my stories have been put on permanent hiatus. Due to NaNoWriMo starting next month (nanowrimo . org, check it out, it's an awesome event!) I'm forcing myself to write again. At the moment, this consists of 7 "Chapter 1"s to various plot ideas, most of which will never be pursued, and a few oneshots and drabbles here and there. This is just a short little thing I came up with when talking to my few friends who have read Mockingjay. Read, review, hope you like it!
Oh, and specifically to this oneshot, Prim wasn't killed by Gale's bombs. She died some other mysterious way. Use your imagination to come up with something.
"Don't go," she whispers, eyes pleading. I turn around and stare her down, keeping my expression void of emotion.
"I'm not going to sit around and play second best to Peeta," I say, wincing at the acid dripping from my tone. The last thing I want to do right now is hurt her more than I already am.
"You're not second best to him, Gale, you're just…you're my best friend. And I really need you as my best friend right now." I shake my head, turning back around.
"I'm sorry I can't give you that, Katniss. Tell your mother I said goodbye." And then I step up onto the hovercraft, leaving behind the girl I love most in the world, leaving behind the life I've been living for the past 19 years. Attempting to leave the memories that have taken up most of my mind, but they refuse to stay in District 12 with everything else. I hear broken sobs as the thick steel door slides closed behind me, but I don't bother to turn and see the one crying them one last time. I don't let my eyes wander to the windows until we're well out of the District, and then I look out over the patches of trees and rolling hills, the lakes and plains and rivers. But I don't look back.
I'll never look back.