Katniss P.O.V
I stare at my house, analyzing the room that Prim, me and my mother used to share. It was all destroyed now. All that remained were a pile of ashes, that was beginning to blow away. A month ago this had all happened, the Capitol had bombed district twelve, everything was obliterated, except Victor's Village. Gale and my mother had helped most of the people to rescue. But around a hundred perished, a hundred deaths that I would have to carry on with me, including Prim's. She was long dead now, yet I couldn't shake the feeling that she was still alive, somewhere. But that's ludicrous and I know it. My mother claims that Prim was standing next to her, and in a flash she was swept away by the panicked crowd. Prim must have died, if not where on Earth could she be? I sighed sadly and gently patted a pile of ashes with my boot. I didn't know why I had returned to this ravaged district. I just had to see it one last time, even if district thirteen didn't want me to. I thought about Peeta next, he is thought to be dead also, as he was taken prisoner by the Capitol. It might even be best if he is deceased. I shook my head clearing the thoughts away quickly. I couldn't think about that right now, it confused me, for some strange reason and left my thoughts and feelings about him all jumbled and puzzled.
"Katniss," my best friend Gale's voice calls out. There is a hint of concern in his voice, even after trying to hide it. "Do you need me to come down." I take a deep breath and respond into the radio in the side of my head. "No Gale, district thirteen will probably throw a tantrum if you do." I could almost see him roll his eyes.
"Okay Catnip, but you say the word and were out of here." I nod, then realize that he couldn't see me from the hovercraft and said back quickly. "Okay." I push the radio away and began to look through the rubbish lying on the ground. I push through the dirt and ash, and try and find something that I can keep as a reminder of my home. There is nothing to my in connivance , and I pull myself up and wipe the dirt from my jeans, frustrated. There's a pang of pain that stings the right side of my temple from when Johanna Mason had stabbed me. I winced and rubbed my temple in small circles. After that I began to have hallucinations they had subsided but I still tried to figure out what was true and what was false.
My name is Katniss Everdeen, I was in the Hunger Games, the Capitol hates me, Peeta was taken prisoner, he is thought to be dead, most likely he is dead, it is probably best if he is dead, and Prim... I wasn't sure of. It was most certain that she is dead, and I don't know what I'll do. But until then I'll continue to have hope, like a rope to grasp onto. And if the hope is gone the rope will disappear and I'll fall down and down. Mentally of course. I blinked back tears that were coming and swallowed down the lump in my throat and tried to shake off the pain in my heart. I began to walk away from house afraid that I'll break down, towards the town.
A horrified gasp echoes, then I realize that It's mine. It's a skull and other remains of those who didn't make it out of twelve. I stare at the skull and a tormenting thought runs through me. What if that's Prim?
A/N sorry it was so short! I was in a rush but deicided to get a chapter out! Hope you enjoy the short 700 words. Oh and thank you IDK, Guest, Guest, Mythomagic-Champion, kayola15, SAIgirl24 and Daina for reviewing and sharing ur thoughts.