Katniss's Perspective
I wake to the smell of ash. My eyes flutter open stinging from smoke.I sit up and I'm surrounded by what used to be my house, now it's just rubble.
"Peeta!" I scream.
"I've got them Katniss! I've got the children!"He screams back.
I run for the photos of us as a family.I grab them right before the room goes up in flames. I grab a chair from the table and throw it through the window. I climb down the side of the house. Peeta and the kids are already outside.I see Haymitch carrying his daughter Rose. He sets her down and sends her to us. Haymitch married soon after the rebellion His wife's name is Charlotte. Apparently they were seeing each other towards the end of the rebellion. A year after their marriage they had baby Rose. She is going to turn 10 next month.
I watch my house burn to the ground in front of me. All of us are in some sort of terrified group hug while Haymitch runs in to get Charlotte.I hear someone yelling, crying.I see Haymitch walk out of the house holding Charlotte in his arms.
"Stay here with the kids!"I tell Peeta.
I run over to her. Haymitch is holding Charlotte tightly.
"What happened?" I ask. But it's obvious what happened. Charlotte's not going to survive this fire.I check her breathing. She barely is. I tell Haymitch to set her down. He almost doesn't listen.I might be able to save her. Finnick did teach me CPR. That might help get the smoke from her lungs and bring her back to breathing normally.I try all Finnick taught me but its not helping until she opens her eyes. Haymitch bends down over her brushing the hair from her eyes. Her read hair glowing in the sun. Green/Blue eyes shining.
"I love you." Charlotte says.
"I love you too."Haymitch says.
Her coughing worsens. Something's wrong. I roll her on her side to reveal a jab of wood in her side. I can't help her. She starts coughing up blood. With a final I love you it all stops. She stops breathing.I close her eyes. Haymitch is hysterical.I almost start crying because I've never seen him like this but I put on my no emotion expression so as not to upset the children. He holds her. Crying over her dead body.
"I'm sorry." I say with a crack in my voice.
I run back over to the is holding Rose and Sage- my daughter- in his arms. I'm holding my little Aaron. We all cry scared. Peeta gives me a look I won't forget, of pure sadness in his heart.
