A/N: I rated this fic M for a reason. There is killing but not too much gore. Also, there are spoilers about what happens in Mockingjay.
Prim was dead. I was broken. It was all Gale's fault. He sent those bombs. No survivors. His fault. I knew there would always be several Gales in my mind. Three to be exact. There was Before Gale. The Gale who was my best friend, my "cousin", the one from before the Hunger Games. Then there was Weird Gale. The Gale that wanted to kiss me, and told me he loved me. The Gale that I always pushed away. And finally, there was Murder Gale. The Gale that killed Prim. The Gale who was no better than President Snow. This was the Gale that I hated with every fiber in my body. I hated that he had killed innocent Capitol children. I hated how much he had changed. I hated how he killed my sister and only thought to say "Sorry." Sorry was not enough.
Everyone expected me to shut down. Like my mother. My mother who wouldn't talk, or eat, or sleep. My mother who had given up on life. Why was I surprised? This was my mother we were talking about. My mother who had shut down before. But there would be no forgiveness this time. Because I would not shut down. I was not weak. I was strong. And I wanted revenge.
Gale would pay for killing Prim. My Prim. My beautiful Prim. Who was dead now. Because of him. I was not shutting down like my mother, but I was a mess. Now my thoughts only circled back to one thing. To Gale. And how much I hated him. He tried to see me, to talk to me all the time. With another apology readied. But it was empty. All empty. He didn't care. The way he saw it, he was a hero. He had helped defeat the Capitol. He had no regrets. But he saw me hurting, he wanted to fix it. So he apologized. And I ignored him. I said nothing, gave no recognition of knowing him. Because I didn't know him-know this...this...monster.
But this last visit was different. I had been thinking all these thoughts of anger and hate, and resentment for too long. So this time when Gale came, I burst. I screamed. I punched. I kicked. I left him bloodied and bruised on the floor. Then I laughed. Because now he was the one hurting. And I relished that feeling of triumph.
I was now detained. Labeled "Unstable". And rightly so. I was insane. Screaming at random points, just to hear myself. To satisfy...I didn't know what. I'd become feral. Punching my guards, hissing and spitting when people got too close, scratching when I was touched. I was an animal. But animals don't belong in captivity. So I escaped.
I slipped out of my cell in the middle of the night. I don't remember how. I was too wrapped up in my insanity. I crept to where Gale slept. The bruises had healed. So had the cuts I had left. He slept so peacefully. It disgusted me. I decided not to torture him. I didn't want to bring myself down to his level of cruelty. But I would kill him. I'd been in the Hunger Games. It couldn't hurt to take one more life. I found a knife on his bedside table. Some things never change. Always something there for him to protect himself with. But only himself, no one else.
I grabbed the knife and slit his throat. He didn't even have a chance to wake up. I wanted to make a larger point though. I took his blood and smeared it on my hand. I put my handprint on his wall. With more blood, I wrote: "Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be, if we met at midnight in the Hanging Tree." A bit over the top, I know. But it felt good. It felt better to know that they would know that I did it. A prisoner escaping, and the prisoner's ex-friend killed in the same night? So obvious. Anyway, they would find my body soon too. Or someone would. I was travelling all the way back to Twelve. Back to the Hanging Tree.
They would be sorry. Sorry that they had destroyed everything and everyone I lived for. I would die. They would feel bad. But not bad enough. So I decided to leave them yet another message. "Your Fault" it said. When I made it back to Twelve, I pinned it to the tree. Then I took the rope I had formed into a noose, slipped my head inside, and-
A/N: Hope you enjoyed! This is my 1st fic, so tell me what you think by leaving a review! I will take constructive criticism in stride, but please don't be too harsh or derogatory. I tend to be a bit oversensitive at times. ;|