Okay, sorry for the wait. Here's the next addition, Katniss in sad mode. I'm sorry to all those of you who still want to throw your screens at me. Don't worry, I understand. I've wanted to do that too, a couple of times. (Well, not at me, but you get the point.)
By the way, the stuff in italics are flashbacks.
Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine.
Chapter 12
Empty
White.
That's all I can see. I stare at the wall, trying to block out my pain, ignoring everything. Peeta's comforting words. My mother's wails. The tremors as the bombs hit the ground.
Empty.
That's what I am. An empty hole. A shell. A corpse.
Nothing.
That's all I have left.
She's gone.
But she can't be.
I stare at the wall, waiting for her to come home.
Like she used to.
"Katniss, I'm home!"
"Hey Prim! Did you have fun at your friends birthday?"
"Yeah, it was great! We played loads of games, and then Kate's mother made us a chocolate cake! A chocolate cake, Katniss!"
"Really? Amazing! I've never had a chocolate cake before. What was it like?"
"All sweet and warm and… I don't know how to describe it. Delicious!"
She was such a sweet little girl. The smallest things could excite her. Where did she go?
"Katniss, look what I found!"
"What did you- whoa, Prim, what is that?" I stared at what looked like a lump of vomit colored moldy fur.
"It's a kitty! He's a little hurt, but I'm going to fix him all up, and then he'll be my friend."
"Prim… We can't keep him. We don't have enough food as it is…"
"But, he can feed himself. Catch mice and stuff. I can't just leave him to die…"
That's Prim. Always caring for others, even if she had to go hungry.
Even if it meant losing her life.
"So, everybody's down here then?" asked Peeta.
"Most people. They're just running around to see if there is anybody left." Prim's face turned from pink to white in a second. In the next second she was out of the door.
…
I squeezed my eyes shut, praying that she'd run back fast. I tried to think of why she might have gone back. Then I swore.
That cat! That stupid cat! She'd gone back for Buttercup!
Why? She couldn't be gone!
Maybe if I could do something I would be okay. But being stuck down here…
Then again, maybe not.
I feel like a hole as been punched through my chest. That space in my heart that was reserved for Prim is gone.
Like her.
Cold. Empty.
Gone.
And when she left, she took a piece of me with her.
Ok, I know it was short, but this was originally the start of the next chapter; it just seemed to go better by itself. Sort of goes with Katniss' feelings, about how she doesn't want anything to do with anyone at this point. Gee, wouldn't my English Lit teacher be proud...
But don't worry. I'm posting the next chapter now. I'm not cheating you out of a chapter or anything! :P