Just a short one-shot of Prim's dying thoughts.
It's so cold. But I'm burning. But everyone's gone. But I'm not dead. But why am I not dead? I got blown up. I should be dead. It's so cold. Why isn't Katniss here? And then I remember that she was coming. But the bomb must have got her too. She could be dead. I should be dead. It's so cold. Please someone help me. Help us all. I realise I'm still resting against her body. That poor, little girl who is now dead. My eyes won't move. Not even flicker a millimetre. Nothing will move. Finally, I'm dying. My mind won't work. Only one thought circles it. It's so cold.
Hope you enjoyed :). Sorry I haven't posted in a while. Anyway if anyone cares I'm now taking requests on stories to write. I prefer to do shorter stories and one-shots, between 100-1500 words, I can do longer ones but i have trouble finishing them and they may stay unfinished. I would prefer Hunger Games, but i am happy to do Harry Potter, The Chocolate Box Girls, or any other series I've written for. Anyway either private message your request to me or put it in the reviews. Thank you!