Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They belong entirely to Suzanne Collins.
Chapter 1:
Prim's POV:
I'm running, that's all I know, towards all of the dying, Capitol children that have been injured by bombs. I have to help them. That's my only priority right now. I know that Katniss is out here somewhere but I try not to let the thought devour me.
As I'm tending to a young male, I hear someone shout my name. I look up and see that it's Katniss. She's running towards me and is only a few feet away when she pounces on me and pins me to the ground. She is on top of me and her body is blocking me from any harm.
Why is she doing this? The bombs have already passed. I won't get hurt if there are no more bombs. But that's when I hear the rest of the bombs go off. I feel Katniss tense, but she never falls over or gets off of me. As the last bomb explodes, Katniss falls off to the side of me.
Her face is drawn of all emotion and she is breathing heavily. Her eyelids begin to droop as I get up and scream. "No Katniss, no! You can't leave me now, not now that the rebellion is over!" I scream. Katniss stares at me intently and asks me a simple question.
"Prim?"
"Yes Katniss?" I ask, not ready to cry.
"Did I… did I do a good job?" she asks barely audible. I don't know what my sister means, so I ask her.
"Did you do a good job doing what?" I ask, as a few tears begin to trickle out.
"Did I… did I do a good job protecting my little duck?" asks Katniss.
"You did an excellent job protecting your little duck," I tell her.
Katniss smiles at me, a smile that I rarely see. "Good," she says faintly. There is a pause before my sister says her very last words.
"Goodbye my little duck. I'll miss you and don't ever forget that I love you," she says as she takes my hand.
"I love you too, Katniss."
She smiles contently as she knows that her job on Earth is done. I get one last look at her beautiful grey eyes before she closes them entirely. Her breathing slows and then stops entirely. Her hand loosens its grip on mine and her hand falls limply to her side.
My sister, and protector, is gone, but I know she is in a better place now.
I take the yellow primrose out of my hair and put it into Katniss' hand. I put the hand that holds the flower on top of her chest.
I rise slowly to my feet and take a good look at my sister. She looks like she's sleeping, but deep down I know she's not. I take three of my right hand fingers and put them to my lips and then I point them towards Katniss. The exact sign that the citizens of District 12 sent my sister after she volunteered for me at my first reaping. That time I knew it wasn't goodbye, but this time it is goodbye, and I really wish it wasn't.