Peeta
As they led me through the doors, I heard Prim call out for her mother and Katniss. I feel sick, now I have no chance in the games. How could I ever stand a chance with Katniss if I came back instead of Prim. As they lead me through down a hallway I vow to protect Prim the best I can, for Katniss.
The peacekeepers shove me into a small room with a table and a few chairs. I know that this is where I get to say goodbye to my family, not that they give a damn. My vision goes red as I think of how unfair this is.
"FUCK!" I shout as I punch the wall. I hiss in pain and feel guilty because I managed to punch a hole in the wall. I sigh and sit down while running my hands through my hair.
Why me? What have I done to deserve this? I know the answer, I was born. I was born in this hellhole and forced to watch the people I have known all my life get sacraficed each year to satisfy some cold hearted liberals. I close my eyes and think of the one thing that can calm me down. Katniss
I think of her silky hair and stormy eyes. I can still remember when I caught her singing back in kindergarden. She sounded amazing, like an angel. I feel horrible, Prim is going to die and I know that her death is going to break Katniss. Nobody wins the games. I wish I could have talked to her, I can imagine her voice saying my name. Peeta.
I huff in annoyance, I'm not upset my family did not come.
"Peeta!"
I jerk up not realizing I dozed off, my eyes snap open and I am stunned. Katniss stands in front of me, she looks beaten. Her hair is disheveled and her eyes are red, with dark circles. I tilt my head at her questingly.
"Katniss! What are you doing here?" I ask her. She sighs and sits in the chair accross from me. "How did you get in here?" I ask. She looks at me with venom.
"Doesnt matter, now shut up and listen." she snaps at me. Then she slumps down in her chair. "I came to ask a favor."
"For what, I am already a dead man. There is not much I can do." I say bitterly. She looks at me with pity, I hate that look. She thinks I can help her, but she doesnt care about me.
"Yes." she says. Then she looks nervous. "I need you to make sure Prim wins the games." She blurts out, then looks away guiltily. I stare at my hands. She wants me to throw my life away to save a teenage girl that wouldnt last a day in the arena. But this is Prim, Katnisses sister, and her best friend. I don't need to think about my answer.
"Ok, i'll do it." I say. She looks up at me, startled. Then hope floods her face.
"Really? You'll do that?" She smiles and jumps accross the table and embraces me. I can't help but notice that she smells amazing, like flowers and wilderness. I embrace her back quickly then let go, she pulls away and pauses. She looks at me suspisciously.
"But why? Why sacrafice your life for my sister's?" As she said that I look away and I feel my face turning red. She has no idea what I would do for her. I manage to find the courage to look at her again, and her face is bright red. I guess she knows my secret now. She sighs and grasps my hand. She looks into my eyes.
"Thank you Peeta." She says. She gets up and walks back to the door. She opens it and pauses. "I'm sorry." I think she genuenly means it. As the door closes I realize I will never get to see the woman I love ever again.
I waited for about ten minutes before the peacekeepers came back. The escort me to a train. All I can think of is the look of hope on Katniss's face. They leave me on the train and I manage to make my way to a dining room car with sofas gatheres around a coffee table at the end. I look and I see Hamich Abernathy over by the liquor cabinet, pouring some brown booze into his glass. He looks over at me.
"Go sit on a sofa kid. The girls will be here soon. Then we'll let you know what to do." I just obey and go over and sit in a squashy armchair. A few minutes go by and the door opens again. Prim and that woman walk in. I can tell Prim has been crying, her eyes are all red and swollen. It's in this moment I realize how young she is. fourteen and picked to be in the games.
She comes over and looks at me. We share a sad look. One if not both of us will be dead by the end of the month. She sniffles and stares out the window. The train started moving and soon we were zipping pass green countryside. Haymich and the woman come over and sit on the sofa accross from us.
Haymich looks at us with determination. "Do you know why i'm here?" Me and Prim shake our heads. "Well, i'm here to tell you how to survive the games." He says. He looks determined. "Now lets start talking, we have two days before we reach the capitol."
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