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Wilted Flowers

Chapter 2

The Very Heart-Wrenching Goodbyes

Prim's POV

"Katniss, don't make me go! Please!" I cry, on the edge of losing myself entirely. I've been a wreck all morning, but I've been trying to hold on to myself. Katniss catches me before I can fall over and crushes me to her chest, threatening to envelope me completely.

"Prim, I'm so sorry, but I have no control over this reaping, you know that." She says. I'm glad for her. Some sisters would whisper comforting words and try to calm me down, but Katniss get's right to the point. She know's I'm no fool. If I didn't show up I would be imprisoned. But even that would be better then getting reaped.

Mother ushers us out the door, and I wince at the sound of the gravel beneath my feet. Will this be the last time I see my home? I steal a quick glance and say a silent goodbye to my only home. My mother and Katniss are silent, but they have each grabbed my hands. I breathe slowly, to try and calm myself down.

Katniss is being brave for me, but I know she's dying on the inside. This reaping will be just as hard for her as it will for me. We arrive in the square, and my family directs me to the twelve-year-old roped off section. I take my place and squeeze my hands together. I seal my lips too, to keep from screaming all sorts of obscenities to Panem.

Our annual announcer, Effie Trinket, bobs onstage with a very unnatural colored wig on her head. Bright pink, or that's what I think it is. It's getting harder to focus as she welcomes us and gives her cheery "Happy Hunger Games!" chirp. I look around and everyone around me is as still as ever. The mayor gives his boring Treaty of Treason and then his even more boring speech about the Dark Days. I'm sweating from head to toe and can't seem to stop shaking.

Too soon, Effie Trinket is standing back up and introducing our only living Victor in Twelve, Haymitch Abernathy. Haymitch staggers onstage, drunk. He waves to Effie, then leaps backwards into the air, plummets to the ground, and goes unconscious. Effie sighs, and tries to get the act back together.

"Time for the choosing of one girl and one boy tribute! May the odds be ever in your favor!" she cries, and when no response comes up, she thrusts her hand into the female glass orb. She digs around for a minute and all the while I'm trembling from head to toe and am losing my focus as every second goes by. I'm about to black out when Effie is calling my name. Why is she calling my name? I'm not important. But she calls it again, and I realize. I was chosen! My eyes widen as I slowly, as if in a dream, walk toward the stage. My whole life is over.

I was going to die. It was just hard to accept. But I would try my hardest to get as far as I could. Even if it meant allying with people I hate. I would try as hard as I could not to kill, but I might have to eventually. I take my place on the stage and wait for the boy tribute to be called. I faintly heard Katniss screaming my name, and then whimpering off into quiet groans. I want to tell her I'll be alright, but she's no fool.

I look over and am surprised to see the male tribute. I recognize is face. The name Peeta registers in my brain, and I know his father is the baker. The one I give the cheeses to. My face falls, I don't want to kill him. But I must if I am to win. But I'm not going to win!

After the ceremony we're escorted to the Justice Building. I've only ever been here once, to receive a medal for my father's death. I barely even remember. I'm lead to a big room that is nicer then I've ever laid eyes on. Plush velvet couches with pillows of the same materials, and thick tapestries made of the stuff. The velvet threatens to smother me in a sea of red. I sit down on the couch, and sigh. This was the hard part.

My first visitors are Katniss and my mother. I climb like a young child onto her lap and lay my head on her chest. I don't say anything, but she does. "Try as hard as you can Prim. Find water, and a tree, and a weapon. Don't fight, and try to stay hidden. Make a good alliance beforehand if you want, so you 're for sure with a partner at the beginning. Understand?" she says. I nod my head, and I know, because of Katniss, I'll have to try as hard as I possibly can to win.

I hug both of them as hard as I can and say I love you over and over again. The Peacekeepers come inside and escort my family out. I scream "I love you so much," over and over and give them a last hug, then the door slams shut and I'm left alone again.

The next visitor is expected. Gale comes in, whispers a few words of hunting advice I'll never use, and gives me a hug, then leaves. A few more people come by and whisper words of encouragement. The baker comes by and says nothing, but hands me bag of cookies. I've never tasted one before. And then an unexpected visitor stops by. Madge sounds urgent. "They let you take one thing from your District. A token of sorts. I want you to have this Prim, so that when you look at it you'll always think of home when you look at it. Please take it." She says. I nod without saying anything and accept the golden pin that looks like it's a bird. I hug her and she leaves, whispering a "good luck".

The Peacekeepers guide me out of the Justice Building and I'm loaded into a car and driven to a train. I've never been in a car or a train, and it's exhilarating. I stay in my compartment until dinner, going through the clothes and eating the cookies from the baker. They tasted delicious.