My sister Katniss Everdeen was dead.
She had died in the 74th Hunger Games. I watched her die on screen as Clove's knifes took away her life, her esscense and faded her into nothing. A part of me died then too.
Katniss and I had only been a year apart – her sixteen, me fifteen. Mother had us very close together. We were connected. And now she was gone.
Everyone was thrilled because Peeta Mellark had won the Hunger Games. An outlying district winning – it was unheard of. But I could feel no joy. I could feel nothing. Not without Katniss here. Mom was vacant, but tried her best to help me. But no more Katniss calling me "little duck". No more of Katniss singing me to sleep.
I watched as Peeta came down from the train. He looked thinner than usual, and I heard he had lost his leg. He had nothing to do with katniss's death but I still couldn't look him in the eye. I went to play with my braids, something I did when I was nervous, but I remembered I had done it up in one braid to sweep down my side. In honor of katniss.
Everyone congraulting peeta, telling him he did a good job outwitting the Careers. But he hadn't been the one to kill Clove. No, in the end, the boy from district 11 did, Thresh. And part of me found sadstic enjoyment out of it.
I couldn't stand to be by the train station any longer, seeing peeta there with Effie Trinket, seeing everyone pleased with him. I had lost my sister.
I walked away from the procession, my heart heavy and bleeding with the weight of my tears and my blood. I looked out at the woods katniss liked to go to. She wouldnt go there anymore.
"you can sell cheese from your goat" she had tole me before she left. She had told mom not to cry. But I couldn't help myself.
I thought for sure she had a chance. With her archery skills, and her strong attitutde. But I was wrong. And now she was gone.
I couldn't even look at peeta. Some part of me irrationaly hated him. It should be katniss there, coming home. It should be katniss at the train station. Not me. As I walked home, someone called me. I turned around.
"Gale." I said as he jogged up to me.
"Where are you going?"
"Home." I said.
He bit his bottom lip as though he wanted to sasy somything but what do you say in this case? What can you say?
"I'm sorry, prim." he said.
"You loved her." I said to hm bluntly. It took him aback and he didn't say anything as I walked away.
Some part of my head was throbbing. Some part of me wanted peeta dead, as irrational as it was. Some part of me wanted to curl up and die. And some part of me was scared of what I was becoming.
