-"You're terrified, but you know what you must do."
Disclaimer: The characters and plot all belong to Suzanne Collins.
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You're terrified, but you know what you must do. Closing your eyes for a moment, you wished, for a brief second, that you were Katniss. But then you think about every single thing she's went through, how many people she's lost...and you're sort of glad that you're you.
The explosion shakes the ground and you find yourself stumbling, face first, into the concrete. You cough as the gas slips down your throat and into your lungs, bringing your arm to your lips to prevent more. Your eyes flicker up at the sky as the enemy's hovercrafts vanished in thin air. Someone is wailing. Your eyes follow the noise and you can't help but let out a gasp.
The parachutes...the bombs; they hit their intended target. All in front of you lied broken bodies of children, their blood mingling with cold snow. You want to go home. You want to curl in to your mama's warm arms and cry, Buttercup stretched across your lap. You're afraid. You're terrified, but you know what you must do.
You are here to help. So you grab your medical kit and run over to the closest child you see. She's crying. Her left arm is missing and she's shivering from the cold. Keeping your eyes fixated on the gruesome scene, you take off your coat quickly and cover her body with it.
"It's going to be okay." You mutter to the girl, gently rubbing her cheek with your small hand. "I-I'm going to save you."
She looks a lot like you. Or at least, a lot how you used to look. Her bright blue eyes still held the naivete yours lost when your sister went into the Games. She hasn't realized that she was just a puppet in the Capitol's cruel games; that she was apart of the circus as the contenders watched, stuffed with bread and drunk with wine.
"Prim!"
You look up at the sound of your name and you see Katniss. She's running and pushing past people, her eyes full of panic and her mouth opened to say your name again. You've felt like you've been in this moment before, but you can't quite put your finger on it.
Your mouth opens to call out her name as the next round of parachutes fell from the sky.
