Games 4

Death scared me. Death scared me so much. I replayed the two images of the two deaths I'd caused. It was an accident for both...and yet...

Why did people have to love me so much? They should see the beauty in Katniss instead. I wasn't anything great like her. And yet...

Everyone who was anyone was going to the interview. You needed a ticket, which posed a problem for me. But I'd decided on a plan, and though it was risky, it was possibly I could do it.

I had my hair in it's usual two braids, and I pulled the feather green hat over my eyes. I carefully click-clacked my way in with the rest of the crowd, hiding behind a women with blue skin and stars on her cheekbones. As the Peacekeeper asked for her ticket, his eyes fell on me.

"Ticket, please?" the women I'd been following was inside, and I made my voice higher.

"Mommy!" I ran after her, and, as expected, the Peacekeeper tailed us. As he questioned the lady about having a daughter, I slipped away and lost myself in the crowd.

I nudged my way to the front of the audience and tried to blend in. Peacekeepers were everywhere, and if they caught me too soon...

I was focused on laying low the entire time the other tributes went up. The girl who looked my age, Rue...I liked her. She was pretty, and intellegence was in her eyes.

Maybe we'd ally later.

And then Katniss was up. She was so beautiful...I blinked and put my hands on the stage rim. I waited as the guy with the weird hair, the interviewer, to ask about me, which I knew he would.

"I was just thinking of how I couldn't let her die," she spoke, and I jumped up easily. Running across the stage to her, I yanked off my clothes, exposing my regular dress and braids.

"Katniss!" I screamed, running into her arms like a little girl, "Katniss!"

"Prim?" her voice wasn't above a whisper, but everyone heard it. That whole area was too silent for what seemed like forever.

"Looks like we have an unexpected guest," the interviewer...Caeser, rose and shook my hand, "welcome to the Hunger Games, Primrose Everdeen."

"You are going home. I am not letting do this," Katniss was shaking her head, looking in shock as she paced the room on the train.

I'd stayed by her side as we were herded back to the train. Peeta was silent the entire time, looking confused and just as shocked as her. I'd really messed things up...but I was going to make things right.

"Katniss," I grabbed her arm, "Katniss. You know you're going to have to let me go."

"No," she yanked back, glaring at me and tugging on her braid nervously, "I've taken your place. I've done the ceramony, and I've done most of the interview. You're going home."

"I killed a Peacekeeper," I dumped the news on her too quickly; I could tell by the way she about collasped, "if I go home, they'll just bring me back and execute me."

I had never seen my sister so scared, not even when she ran up on stage instead of me. She sank to her knees, sweating and hands shaking. I'd done this to her...but it was the truth.

"Damn it, Prim," she sighed raggidly, rising on knocking legs and obviously trying not to throw up, "God...you're so stupid...you're so stupid."

She'd never talked to me like that...it stung. But she knelt down to me right after, hugging me tightly and playing with my braids. She hummed her lullaby to me in my ear as she rubbed my back, laying us down on the bed and cuddling to each other. I loved my sister so much...

I told you she was truly amazing.

The last thing in the world I wanted to see was President Snow's face so earlier in the morning. Even if it was only on a TV screen.

Everyone was staring at the screen, watching as he talked. The scene for in interview was just finishing it's replay, and I saw just what I looked like. A girl with blonde braids and teary blue eyes running to her sister, looking like a naive little girl. Katniss was right: I was stupid. Because that was really what I was.

A naive little girl who couldn't stand the woods, much less blood.

"It appears that Primrose Everdeen is vetoing her sister's assistance on her surrival," Snow spoke, smirking and leaning back in his chair, "therefore, the Girl on Fire is herby disquallified from the Hunger Games."

Katniss looked like she was going to break down. I swallowed, feeling as helpless as I did the day of the repeaing. This truly was my destiny. I was going to die in the Hunger Games.