Chapter 2 : Last meeting
The tributes are leaving. You are leaving. I look at you for as long as I can. Then i remember that there is a time to say gooddbye to our tributes. I'll come.
« Prim, its time to go home. » I say.
No.
Prim…
NO! What will my mom say…
She already knows… she probably saw it on tv.
But… But… Ohhhh, Katniss… she sobbed.
I miss her too. I miss her so much every time I breathe out, it feels like a piece of my soul leaves. It hurts so much, you have no idea…
I watch her eyes go wide and the tears rolling on her cheeks. I can't let her down. I had promised Katniss I would fend for her family if anything was to happen to her, and she had done the same for me… so many years ago. Another era. A better one. We walk to Katniss' house in silence to find her mother in such a terrible state, I can't describe it. Her eyes are red from the salty water they shed, her hair is a mess. She looks like a scared animal frightened and worried. We stare at each other for several minutes until we hear Effie's voice from the center of the district. She is informing us of the hours of visits. Her mom stiffen's as she attemps* to look alright, miserably failing. In 60 minutes, I will see my best friend for the very last time.
Might a well be 60 seconds. Time flies and then we're off to the Justice Building. A short line is already forming in front of Katniss' room. Some people surprise me. Peeta's father? Really ? He must be trying to protect his son… also Madge, i didn't expect her to be that close of Katnip. Then stands her mother followed closly by Prim and me. Peeta also has a few visitors, but I don't know them. I only reconise* his mom.
Nasty woman. We all know she beats him.
The visits seem extremely long but the probably didn't last more than half an hour. I get in the room. I'm not surprised by what I see, only annoyed : the decoration here probably cost more than all my house. I look at Katniss and her eyes, their so desperate, such a contrast with the determination they usually hold. I open my arms and she almost runs into them. We stay this way for a few seconds. In that short laps of time, i notice her heart is beating like a humming-bird's wings and despite all her efforts, she is shaking. She may be strong but she is scared. Before I know it, I start giving her advices, trying to help her.
No thats not true. I'm trying to help myself. Maybe, if I tell her reassuring things, well then maybe, I won't be so useless…
« Listen, getting a knife should be pretty easy, but you've got to get your hands on a bow. Thats your best chance. » With a bow, i think, you can do anything.
« They don't always have bows » i wonder if she, like me, is recalling the one time where the tributes had to smash each others heads with spike-balls. Ugh. I shiver involunterly*.
« Than make one. » She would never kill someone with such a horrible weapon. « Even a weak bow is better than no bow at all. »
If she has a bow, Katnip will survive. Its the only way. If there is a way.
« I don't even know if there will be wood. »
Crap. I can't think of that now.
« There's almost always some wood. » Why did I have to add almost? « Since that year half of them died of cold. Not much entertainment in that. »
She says something but i don't hear her. I'm thinking to hard. But the look on her afces makes me say what I really think of her.
« Katniss, it's just hunting. You're the best hunter i know. »
« It's not just hunting, she answers. They're armed. They think. »
« So do you. And you've had more practice. Real practice. You know how to kill. » my mind becomes more and more confused as I see their is no way she can win, no matter what I say, no matter how hard i wish.
« Not people. » she says, and her voice seems to have a higher pitch than usual.
Now i have to lie.
« How different can it be, really? »
A hard expression replaces the worried one on her face. The peacekeepers open the doors and come to separate us. But I'm not done. She isn't either, apparently because she yells : « Don't let them starve! »
« I won't ! You know I won't ! » I quickly answer. « Katniss remember I – but then the doors close and she can't hear the last part of my sentence – 'll never let you down… I love you… »
Love. This feeling makes no sense anymore. It makes so little sense that it transforms to anger as the Capitols workers pull me away from this wonderfull girl.
I hope she doesn't forget me. I hope her death doesn't hurt her too much. I hope her death doesn't hurt me too much…
I watch the train leave and my heart crumples. It goes so fast. Its going so far…
I see Katnip go into the train. Her face is cold and unexpressive. I know her so well… so am I imagining the tension in each of her steps? I guess not. When the close behind her my teeth clench together.
My eyes get blurry and I dry them before anyone see's the tears.
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