Hey guys, it's finally here! I'm sorry this is so late, once again, I've been really busy. This is Prim's drabble, and I'm not sure how you're all going to feel about it. Hopefully you'll like it, but my characterization of her is a little different than I think what most people do. Anyway, up next is Madge, Mrs. Everdeen, Mr. Everdeen, Mr. Mellark, and the District 1 boy, in no particular order, unless you have a preference for who should go first. If you do, mention it in your review, and I'll bump it up the queue. This chapter is dedicated to The Dramatic Sneeze and her excellent fic, Toxicity, along with Song of the Mockingjay, which she and PeetaMellarkLove co-authored. So check her fics out! Anyway, thank you for your patience with me, and I hope you all enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games.

I don't think I've ever been scared like this in my life. Not during the Reaping. Not even when our father died. Because through all of that, I had Katniss. Even if she couldn't change the circumstances, she'd do her best to keep me safe. But now that safety net, Katniss, is gone, possibly for good. I'm completely alone.

I'm going to be totally honest, because this is my time to say how I feel. I don't have to be nice in this, I don't have to sugarcoat anything. I can just say what needs to be said. I'm not really alone. At least, not physically. I have my mother, and I have Gale. But right now, that's not much.

To their credit, they held up fairly well for the beginning of the Games. Mother, her face pale and drawn, still manages to tear herself from our battered television when a customer arrives at our door. Our conversations were, if short, fairly normal. Gale was quieter than usual, but he still managed a smile for me when he came to bring us meat daily.

Every day that Katniss survived, I allowed the tiny glimmer of hope in my chest to grow. I watched her and that girl my age from District 11, Rue, team up. I'm was a little bit jealous, deep down; I feel like I've been replaced, even though I knew deep down that's not true. Katniss sees me in Rue, or maybe the other way around, which is why she was helping her. I wanted to like Rue, I really do. She seems like the kind of girl I'd be friends with. But for my sister to come home, she had to die. I couldn't even contemplate the alternative. So, I try my best not to get too attached to Rue, but it's hard. I felt a connection to her, and I don't know why. Katniss cares for both of us, but that's not it.

When Rue died, I finally knew why. Rue is me in the Games, but for Katniss's sacrifice. If she hadn't volunteered in my place, that's what would have happened to me. I would have died, except I wouldn't even have had someone to hold me as I faded away.

I think Mother sensed this too, because as Rue dies, she pulls me into her arms, the exact same way Katniss is holding Rue on the television screen. From that moment on, my mother begins to slip away from me.

It only gpt worse when Katniss finds Peeta. I'm proud of her, for remembering what she learned from Rue and from watching Mother and I at work. She doesn't do a half-bad job of healing him, either, considering the circumstances. You'd think that Mother would be proud that she was able to do what she did, but she was preoccupied by something else. The fact that Katniss, who can hardly handle the gore of a bad cough, is able to draw pus from an oozing, disgusting wound that makes even my stomach turn says something about how she feels for Peeta, something that disturbs my mother greatly. She only seemed to get more anxious as we watch Katniss continue to tend to him, and when they kiss, she sucked in her breath and looked away.

I'm confused by this. I was expecting jealousy from Gale-who, by the way, slammed the door in the poor baker's face when he visited us the day after The Kiss-but from my mother? She's an adult woman, she should have known better.

Gale's response is also surprising in its immaturity. When he's at our house, he talks less than usual, responds to most questions with grunts, and stomps around like he's mad all the time. Can't they just appreciate the fact that, like it or not, he's helping her?

I can't really be mad at them, though, because I know they're scared, just the same as me. Mother is afraid of losing her oldest daughter, the closest thing to a living memory of my father she still has, to a boy. Gale is afraid of losing his best friend and, dare I say it, girlfriend. I completely understand this, and I respect it. But at the same time, I know they're being selfish, and it's hard not to resent them for it.

But if Katniss dies, I'll be losing so much more than a memory or a best friend. I'll be losing my sister, my best friend, my protector, and someone who's been more of a parent to me than either of my biological ones have. If she dies, I can't live without her. I don't care if she comes home different from who she used to be, or if I have to share her with Peeta. I just need my sister back.

I know in my heart she's going to come home. She has to.