This is my first ever FanFic story, please be nice. If there is something wrong with my grammar... be nice, it's not the end of the world!
Setting: Catching Fire, Katniss hides in the cellar of a Victors village house when she finds out that she is going back into the arena.
Here it is!
I had quickly ran out the door of my home leaving behind Peeta, Prim, and everyone else who had seen the Capitol's message with me. I retreaded into the cellar of an empty Victors village home, and locked myself in its cellar.
How could they do this? I thought to myself. I can't go back in the arena, I just can't! I removed my coat from my body and balled it up, shoving it my mouth, screaming at the top of my lungs. When I had finally stopped my voice my almost gone. I was cold and stiff, I began to cry realizing all hope was gone for me.
I was going to die in the arena, the very place that my nightmares came from.
I can't go back in! The thought just stuck in my head. I can't go back in! I can't go back in! I stood up, tears running down my face. slowly I looked around the cellar, seeing nothing but broken glass. I walked towards it, thoughts running through my head.
It's all over for you Katniss, you are going to die in the arena! You are a selfish being, end it, just end your life. Save someone the trouble! You are nothing, Katniss Everdeen, and you will never be anything!
I reached down and picked up the glass. I stared at it for what felt like days until I brought it to my neck. Again the thoughts came to my head, this time their whispers became louder. Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Finish it!
I felt the shard push harder against my neck, I was about to bring it across my neck when I heard the heart stopping voice.
"Katniss" she said. How can she be here... she, she died in the arena? "Katniss" She repeated. I spiraled around dropping the glass. Feeling it break under the pressure of my boots.
There she was. My fragile Rue, standing before me in a silver dress made of silk. Her usual messy hair was straightened, and pulled back into a ponytail behind her head. It was held together by a band of flowers. In fact, they were her flowers. The ones I had covered her with, in the arena. Rue.
"Katniss, it's me" she said reaching out to me. I backed away in response. Hearing more glass shatter under my feet.
"Katniss, it's going to be okay. It is only me, Rue. Don't you remember?" I felt more tears rise up. I was scared and heartbroken at this point, I kept on backing away until felt the cold wall on my back. Balling my head in my knees I fell to the floor. Broken, and wet with tears.
The truth was, I did remember, but what bothered me was I didn't care. But wasn't this all just something of my imagination? Or was this real? Was this Rue's soul talking to me right now? If so, why now? I shook my head, wishing for this all to go away, not daring to look up and see the girl in front of me.
"Katniss?" She asked. I shuddered at the sound. "I know you remember me, and that you do care. Remember, at the Victory tour? Who caused you to thank Thresh's and my family for us? Not Peeta, or Haymitch. But you Katniss, you told yourself to. Not for you, but for me." I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked up, seeing Rue stare into my eyes, trying to find the light hidden within the darkness that continues to destroy me from the inside.
"Rue..." I managed before throwing my face into her shoulder. I cried once more, this time for the last. I felt her stroke my hair and whisper encouraging things into my ear.
"You know, Katniss." she paused to lift my head up. "You are the most selfless person I had ever met." I smiled and got up, wiping the tears out of my eyes. I looked at Rue who smiled back then in a flash of light she was gone. The girl I had failed to protect, had come to me in a time of need. I could never compare.
But then and there something inside of me clicked. I had to win this. Not just for me, or Peeta, or even Prim. I have to do this for Rue, the girl who had always wanted me to win. The one who will always support me and be there in my time of need. A girl from district eleven, whose name was simply, Rue.