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Siblings

APOV

I didn't want to believe it. I wanted to be able to tell myself that I had misunderstood. That my death really wasn't that set in stone. That I hadn't trusted the person who I now knew was the biggest threat to me. He couldn't be. I wouldn't believe it. When you are growing up, you always picture yourself with this hypothetical future in your mind that always involves becoming an adult, meeting a nice guy, and having a family.

And here I was. I had only reached one of those things, and now it appeared it would be the death of me. Quite literally. I hadn't done anything wrong! I had been born, lived a quiet life, let myself be hurt a few times, but I couldn't help that! It wasn't my fault! I was innocent, and now I was going to be killed by a guy I thought I loved. And to make matters worse, he wasn't the only one working against me the whole god damn time. Peeta had known. Jane had known. Katniss had known. Johanna had known. My own mother had known. Even the entirety of this messed up community I never asked to be a part of and its enemies had more of an idea than me. They had all known that my death had been predicted since birth. That my killer had been confirmed at birth. That at some point Finnick Odiar would kill me. And there was nothing I could do about it.

The idea that a guy who my mother had put in place to protect me would be the one to end my life, the very thing he was meant to protect me from, sent tears spilling out down my checks in salty waterfalls. So much so that I didn't notice the other person in the room until their arm came to rest around my shoulders, pulling me to a bone-crushing hug.

"Annie, I'm so sorry," Peeta's familiar voice murmured into my dark mass of untamed hair. Brushing it hadn't really been a priority in the midst of a war over me. "I am so sorry," he repeated, over and over, never letting go of me.

"I'm going to die, Peeta!" I sobbed harder as I said those words out loud for the first time. His body tensed up at these words, breaking the hug so he could look me in the eyes, blue to green.

"No you're not. We can fight this. We can protect you. Make sure you're safe. We can go away from here, where you'll be safe and you won't die. I won't let you die. You're my little sister. I can't let you die!" he rambled, the words meant as a comfort to both of us.
I wanted them to be true so much. But none were. I wasn't even Peeta's sister. We couldn't go away from here. The war would continue and eventually it would find us. And so would my death. I had heard Finnick's words. My death at his hand would end the war. Save millions of lives. I shouldn't let more people die for me. I couldn't. If that was all so true, why did a part of me still want to try? I had nothing to live for. Everyone would carry on just fine without me. Sadness is only temporary.

"Peeta, shut up," I cried, pulling away from him and burying my head in my hands.

"I'm going to die, and until I do, many more people will. I can't let that happen. But, I want to. I hate myself for it because I would be a murderer, myself, if I let people die for my own selfish reasons," I cried, staring down at my own hands, scarred from me digging my nails into them, refusing to look at Peeta. Stomaching his reaction to my words was something I just couldn't bear right now.

"I still can't just let you die, Annie."

JPOV

"Hello darling sister," Clove's words shuddered through me, making my whole body shake with fear. I didn't even know why I was here. Finnick was breaking down and was now a flood hazard, and I had left Katniss alone to deal with him. Fire and water always were a good mix. I should be in there with them, not here. It didn't matter if they had captured my sister. I had my duty. And it was right there in the room I had left behind.

"Clove," I mumbled in recognition, not even daring to meet her eyes that were a direct echo of mine.

"Wow, I don't even get a smile. That's mean. Even for you, sis. I should tell mummy," she teased, transporting my mind back to our childhood days where she would pull my hair and destroy my stuff, getting away with every bit of it because she was the golden child. Was being the correct tense.

"You can't because you killed her!" I cried, letting my years of built up rage burst out. She had killed our mother and father, and I had never forgiven her. And I was sure that I never would.

"No I didn't. I just did my duty to the clan," she explained like I was a thick child. Duty was one thing, murder was another. You didn't have to be a world class lawyer to know that.

"You reported our own parents to the police! They shot them in our own front garden and hung the bodies from trees! Has your soul really been so damaged that you don't realize that you are the murderer in this scenario and not them!?" I cried, my composure lost as I screamed those words at her. The fact that I thought she would react, that I might even see a tiny bit of remorse or sadness, showed that maybe she was right to talk to me like a thick child. Maybe I was one and I couldn't even guess that my sister would simply just stand there, one hand resting over the bars of her cage without even a smidgeon of either emotion on her freckled face.

Knowing that I couldn't let her see me cry was the only thing that got me to leave that room. As I walked away, I thought I saw her open her mouth to say something out of the corner of my eyes, but judging by the lack of noise that came from her said that she had either shut it or I had imagined it.

As I fell asleep that night, I allowed the tears to creep down my face. That night I dreamed of two bodies hanging from a tree while I sobbed into Lily's hair.

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