My big sissy was the best person I ever knew. She did well in school, never held a grudge and insisted seeing the best in people. I know so much from her. But it's almost like I didn't ever know her. Like she was only a dream. The kind that aches when you wake up because you want so bad for it to be real.

It's like she's frozen. She was once my older sissy, but now I'm older than her. She'll be a twelve year old forever. Surrounded by flowers as sweet as her.

I used to tease her, you know? Just little things, that she was trying too hard or that she was nagging me- I never meant a word of it, I swear. Jealousy- that's all it ever was. I knew I would never fill her footsteps. The saddest part is that she never knew me, the real me. She only knew a bratty nine year old.

And that's the biggest regret I'll ever have.

"I did it for her," I told my parents when I said my last goodbyes. "It would have been an insult to her memory if I watched a twelve year old girl go into the Games this year."

I didn't tell them that it'd be like watching my sissy die again. That my guilt would start all over. That I just couldn't take it anymore. That I knew volunteering was suicide.

But I figured it was time to see my big sissy again.

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Who's next? If you couldn't tell, this was Rue's younger sister.
'The Fury' fans- I'm trying to update but I have finals this week! Expect updates over winter break!