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*After 74th Hunger Games*
Prim locks herself in the bathroom, and runs the bath tub. She searches the drawers for her box of blades, and sighs with relief when she finds them. Prim pulls up her sleeve, and starts cutting at her wrist. Not too deep, but not to shallow either. She watches in fascination as the blood rushes to the surface. The pain comes too, but she has to admit she likes it. The sting comes and goes as she cleans herself up.
"Prim you in there?" Katniss asks.
"Yeah, I'll be out in a second," She replies.
She hears Katniss' footsteps leave the door.
*1 month later*
Effie and the prep teams arrive early in the morning. Prim stands in the hallway, and tries not to bring attention to herself. Everyone is gawking at Katniss anyway. Effie looks at her, and then back to Katniss.
"Katniss is that your sister?" Effie asks.
Katniss nods.
"My how you've grown," Effie says going to stand by Prim.
Prim awkwardly stands next to the District 12 escort.
"Prim, may I have a word with you?" Effie asks.
"Uh sure," Prim says leading Effie to a empty room. She closes the door behind Effie, and turns around
"What do you want to talk about?" Prim asks pulling at the bottom of her sleeve.
Effie notices her doing that, but tries not to give it much thought. I probably make her nervous.
"Well I want to ask for your forgiveness," Effie says.
"Forgiveness?" Prim asks completely confused.
"For pulling your name out of the reaping bowl," Effie replies.
"Effie, you don't have to apologize for that," Prim says shaking her head.
"Oh. but I feel like I should. No thanks to me, children from this District are dying year by year," Effie says putting her head down.
Prim can only stand in shock. Effie is not what she thought she was. Prim thought Effie didn't care about the kids she reaped. She thought she was just another Capitol citizen wanting to enjoy the Games from a different view.
"Effie...I don't know how to put this, but it's not really your fault. It's your job to read off the names. Do you really have a choice?" Prim asks.
" The Games are quite different than what you may think. Escorts are randomly picked, just as tributes are. When I received the letter in the saying I'm to be an escort for this District I had no choice. If I didn't accept, there would be many consequences that I would have to pay," Effie admits.
"I didn't know it was like that," Prim says.
"Sadly, but yes, the Capitol has it's faults too," Effie says.
Effie takes off her jacket, and hangs it on the back of a chair. Prim takes a quick look at Effie, and her gaze it drawn to her arms. Faint lines run up and down them in different directions.