Afterward
Disclaimer: Even though I wish this wasn't true, I don't own Hunger Games. It belongs to Suzanne Collins.
Prim POV
"Go! Move it! There are wounded children out there!" I jump out of the hovercraft and as quickly as I can I make my way to where the bombs were dropped on innocent people. I look around, most of the injuries were serious and many children would undoubtedly die even if I was able to help them, that was how badly hurt they were. I scanned the area and saw a little girl, she was hurt pretty badly and she was crying. No wonder, she was probably emotionally traumatized.
I knelt down next to her and said, "Shhh. It's going to be alright." The girl looked at me with fearful eyes. I put my jacket over her in a feeble attempt to comfort her. Out of nowhere I heard a voice scream my name. I whipped my head around and saw my older sister Katniss run toward me. I was just about to say my name when suddenly there was a huge explosion.
Anguish; Excruciating or acute distress, suffering, or pain. I remembered learning about that word in school. Well that's nice but this is probably even worse than that. Great, now I heard voices in my head. But it was true. All I could do was collapse on the ground as all of the memories come back to me. It was as if the faces of everyone I knew were swirling around me; my mother, my father, Katniss, and a lot of other people. "Tuck your tail in little duck!" Katniss said. "May the odds be ever in your favor," Effie Trinket said. My mind was swirling when suddenly I woke up.
The first thing I noticed was the pain, or lack of it. It was all gone, and I felt better. The next thing I noticed was the beauty of the place. It looked better than the Capitol any day. I just marveled at the entire place when I heard someone calling my name. I turned around and I saw a man.
All I could really do was stare at him. He looked a lot like Katniss with his Seam look; dark hair, olive skin, and gray eyes. Even though I haven't seen him in years I immediately knew who he was. "Dad!" I yelled as I ran up to him and hugged him. "Where are we?" I asked. He gave me a sad smile, "Try to think of it as a place that you found that's a lot nicer than where you were before." Okay then, I was fine with that, as long as I was with my dad. But something was nagging me at the back of my mind, "What about Mom and Katniss?" At this my father looked at me with a pained expression and replied, "I guess you could say that they will find this place, just not as quickly as you did."
After looking at my crestfallen expression he quickly added, "It's fine though, you get to watch over the people you love." That's when I saw a television. My father explained how to use it and how I could watch the people I love from it by just saying their name. At that moment, I promised myself that I would watch over my family, no matter what.