This is from Maristela Freesia's 100 Theme Challenge, Theme 4: Seeking Solace. Review at the end! Enjoy!
I had a horrible feeling that that was the last time I would ever see her. I let the tears fall freely, not caring who watched. Then I grabbed her bow and slung it across my shoulder. I knew I would never use it, he would be sure of that; but I couldn't ever lose it. It was hers. I had to keep it for her.
The train sped away, just a streak of a memory smearing itself into my brain. A stain that could never be washed out, no matter how much soap was used. A pain that could never be wrenched out of my heart no matter how long it took. I knew that I'd never see her again. We were from District 12; no one ever wins from here. But it anyone here had a chance it was her. She could hunt, she was beautiful, her voice seemed to come straight from her heart, and she knew a good deal about what she could eat to live... and what would instantly kill her. So if anyone from District 12 had a chance of winning, it was definitely her.
But I knew otherwise. Twenty-three families found out each year that their son or daughter was dead; how was I any different? How could I plead that I needed to find solace somewhere? How could I place myself higher above the rest of those families, friends, loved ones, and say that I needed help more? She wouldn't do that; couldn't.
But when I was reaped, she volunteered for me. I could have stopped her, could have said no, could have not let her take my place. I didn't even try. I thought only of myself. She thought only of me.
She was my sister. My name is Primrose Everdeen. I find no solace in knowing that the next time I see her she will be in a wooden box, cold and stiff; and it will be all because of me.