Primrose: Sacrifice
I watch filled with dread as Effie Trinket's long manicured fingers root around the glass bowl of names. I try to remember Katniss' soothing voice telling me it would be ok. There are hundreds of slips in there and only one has my name on it. I'm still terrified though; for me and for Katniss. At first I think I've fallen asleep and am having another nightmare. Soon Buttercup will be nuzzling me awake. But it's not a nightmare. It's reality and I, Primrose Everdeen, am District 12's female tribute for the 74th Annual Hunger Games.
I'm surprised to find myself walking to the stage. When did I start moving? It's so quiet as I take step after step and I feel all of District 12 looking at me. I'm passing by the roped off area for the sixteen year olds now and I know if I look to the right I'll be able to see Katniss so I make sure to keep my eyes forward. She's always been so strong for us now it's my turn.
"Wait! I volunteer!"
Her voice is thick with desperation but I'd recognize it anywhere. I want to turn and stop her, to tell her it's ok but she's saying it again and then Effie is arguing about protocol and it hits me. I'm not going to die but now Katniss might. I want to be strong for her, for mother but something inside breaks and I hear a cry rip out and the scratching in my throat lets me know it came from me. I grab at Katniss pleading and crying but she remains stoic. I want her to take it back but I know she won't.
Suddenly strong arms are pulling me away and I hear the familiar voice of Gale Hawthorne telling me to let go. I can't help but fight his grip even as I know it's futile. Gale carries me away and Katniss steps on stage. Once again sacrificing herself for us.